tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84843592640262393362019-02-21T08:46:36.726-08:00Skeptical PsychicNancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-33947512293389384312019-02-21T08:46:00.000-08:002019-02-21T08:46:36.605-08:00What Are Super-Recognizers?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_z2edcHA28I/W5HDATZgBeI/AAAAAAAABAo/sPwTULGupjw4tkaBI_gXMZsAH6w0FTgGgCLcBGAs/s1600/facial%2Brecognition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="393" height="210" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_z2edcHA28I/W5HDATZgBeI/AAAAAAAABAo/sPwTULGupjw4tkaBI_gXMZsAH6w0FTgGgCLcBGAs/s320/facial%2Brecognition.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I have a very embarrassing handicap: I am virtually unable to remember names or faces of people when I meet them.&nbsp; There are people in my town to whom I have been introduced as many as seven times!&nbsp; Each time I see them at a party or some local&nbsp;event, I smile, extend my hand for a handshake and introduce myself.&nbsp; "Hi!&nbsp; Nice to meet you.&nbsp; My name is Nancy."&nbsp; I am usually met with a slight jiggle in the eyes, an increased tightening of the mouth, and&nbsp;a flat, humorless acknowledgement like, "Yes, I know.&nbsp; We've already been introduced several times..."&nbsp; It is horribly embarrassing and makes me feel like an idiot - not to mention it makes other people think I am an arrogant snob.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Yes, I have tried all those mnemonic devices to remember names.&nbsp; I have, for years, been careful to repeat the person's name upon being introduced to them.&nbsp; I repeat their names in my mind and try to imprint it on their face.&nbsp; But I am simply hopeless.&nbsp; Since I can't remember their faces, trying to match a name with a face is useless.&nbsp; It has nothing to do with whether they are important to me or not.&nbsp; It has to do with the fact that I simply can't remember their identity.&nbsp; I often wonder how I survived several decades of being in charge of sales for my businesses and, at one point, attending up to 20 trade shows a year.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">If it were just names or just faces that I couldn't remember, then perhaps I would have a head start.&nbsp; But both just evaporate.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">It's not just regular people.&nbsp;&nbsp;I can't even recognize movie stars or United States presidents when I pass them on the street!&nbsp;(I have walked right by movie star Sylvester Stallone, rock star Mick Jagger and President Gerald Ford on the street and would never have known unless my friends hadn't jabbed me with&nbsp;their elbow and told me).&nbsp;Somehow these people just look different.&nbsp; Either they are much smaller, taller, older, different hair, or whatever.&nbsp; They just don't look like my memory of them.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">While writing my book "Psychic Intuition: Everything You Ever Wanted to Ask But Were Afraid to Know" (2012), I ran across a relatively rare neurological condition called&nbsp; prosopagnosia - or, "face blindness."&nbsp; People with this condition are absolutely unable to recognize faces.&nbsp; The only way they can distinguish between people is if they have a beard, mustache, wear a hat, have a tattoo, or some other non-facial characteristic.&nbsp; It suddenly occurred to me that I probably have a mild case of prosopagnosia.&nbsp; I actually took an online test and scored high enough to indicate that I do suffer from this condition.&nbsp; In some respects, it was at least reassuring that I wasn't just some idiot.&nbsp; Moreover, it confirmed my pet theory to explain my deficiency - namely, that perhaps the facial recognition area of my brain that is hard-wired into everyone had been hijacked by other very important intellection or perceptual functions.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">You can imagine my surprise when, today, I ran across an article stating the British law enforcement officials at Scotland Yard&nbsp;employed a certain type of high-performing individuals called "Super-Recognizers."&nbsp; These people have a much higher than average ability to recognize the faces of people - even if they haven't seen them for many years or are looking at very fuzzy, low definition photos from security cameras.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">To me, this may represent yet another currently unidentified "sense" or "sensory ability" just like people known as "super tasters" (35 percent of women and 15 percent of men) who are able to experience tastes that are outside the "normal" range of taste for the average human being.&nbsp; This includes tasting the capsaicin burn in chili peppers, the bitterness of quinine in tonic water, and a more pronounced salty taste in olives.&nbsp; ("Psychic Intuition" p. 95).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">It is also similar to a group of people who can literally see more colors than the average person.&nbsp; These people are called&nbsp; tetrachromatic, as opposed to trichromatic, because they have four (not three) color detecting cones in their retinas.&nbsp; (See "Psychic Intuition" p.97)&nbsp; They can see 100 million more shades of color than the average human being!&nbsp; The vast majority of tetrachromatics are women (2-3 percent of all women).&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">So, to return to my issue of "face-blindness" versus "super-recognizers" - I think that I must suffer from a sensory deficiency.&nbsp; This is the place where - as I point out in my book - the senses interface with the mind/intellect.&nbsp; </span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-68627130234403959222019-01-30T12:52:00.000-08:002019-01-30T12:52:05.747-08:00Project Blue Beam Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOC7nZdimGM/XFH4i5lOI9I/AAAAAAAABBM/wlRJwNGubG8-zBKzU3a11e6d3jpjqcpzACLcBGAs/s1600/project%2Bblue%2Bbeam%2BthNMKHBN3F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="325" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOC7nZdimGM/XFH4i5lOI9I/AAAAAAAABBM/wlRJwNGubG8-zBKzU3a11e6d3jpjqcpzACLcBGAs/s640/project%2Bblue%2Bbeam%2BthNMKHBN3F.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those of you in the UFO world, you are likely already familiar with a well-known and intriguing "conspiracy theory" known as Project Blue Beam.&nbsp; In a nutshell, it was first proposed by a Canadian Serge Monast in 1994 and appeared in his book "Project Blue Beam: NASA."&nbsp; Without going into too much detail, the idea is that The Powers That Be (TPTB) - originating with NASA and any shadow government/cabal allies - will attempt to slowly restructure the various religious beliefs in the world by developing fake archeological evidence and then promote a global crisis and panic of an invasion by "evil" UFOs and aliens or of their artificially created respective deities.&nbsp; This next step would be allegedly accomplished by creating holographic visions of the invaders or miraculous visions of religious icons coming from the skies using earth-based lasers.&nbsp; The end goal would be to unite all peoples of the earth by making them feel they had "heard" a message from their God or to frighten everyone causing everyone to unite under a single authoritarian world government.&nbsp; This government would then seize power as the New World Order.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">There have, in fact, been some interesting "holograms" of things like an entire cityscape that appeared in the clouds in China a few years ago - suggesting, at least, that such magnificent visions could be created and give the appearance of something unearthly and miraculous.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Let me say, at this point, that while I find conspiracy theories and their historic origins fascinating, I am always wary of their validity.&nbsp; While I have seen lots of interesting information that might tend to confirm a Project Blue Beam type of a plan, I have no way of knowing its truth.&nbsp; I just keep the information tucked under my hat for a later date.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I bring this up because I have not spent much time ever thinking about Project Blue Beam.&nbsp; I do not know the people involved in promoting the theory.&nbsp; I may have watched a few YouTube videos many years ago on the subject.&nbsp; Apart from that, Project Blue Beam has not been on my mind consciously or even subliminally to my knowledge.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Last night, I found it very difficult to sleep.&nbsp; My body temperature felt abnormally hot and I&nbsp;slept fitfully. (No, I don't have a fever).&nbsp; I remember a "two part" dream.&nbsp; The first part was absolutely bizarre and I felt like I was fighting to get out of my dream because it was so disjointed and uncomfortable.&nbsp; What I remember (without many details) is that I was being "spoken to" by several "aliens."&nbsp; They were talking to me, not in English, but in their own language.&nbsp; They were warning me that the government was about to launch its Project Blue Beam holographic alien invasion scenario, and I should not believe it, and I should warn others.&nbsp; The strange thing was that they were talking to me in their "alien" language.&nbsp; I couldn't understand it in my dream and yet they were almost yelling at me!&nbsp; They were trying to make me understand - and so I had to sit there and listen to them.&nbsp; All I really wanted to do was to get up and get out of my dream.&nbsp; Their language was harsh-sounding, full of strong consonant sounds.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I remember the "words" or "sounds" of "nid" and "nic."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">When I managed to briefly wake up out of my dream, to my great relief, because I was feeling terribly anxious, I allowed myself to go back to sleep.&nbsp; This time the "aliens" were gone and I was now being fed the propaganda of the U.S. government, attempting to explain to me in much more gentle tones and much more logically, in English, that this whole Project Blue Beam thing was a hoax and a figment of my imagination.&nbsp; At a certain point, this dream became equally disturbing, and I work up again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">When I work up this morning, the first thing I did was to look at my smart phone.&nbsp; The first thing I saw was&nbsp;a text message from a friend of mine - a college classmate and fellow attorney with an interest in UFOs with his own regular CE-5 UFO watch group.&nbsp; He asked if I would do him a favor and be a guest on his radio podcast (<a href="https://imho.love/">https://imho.love/</a>)&nbsp;this evening (on virtually no notice).&nbsp; He suggested I speak about my book "How To Talk to an Alien" (New Page/Career Press, 2015).&nbsp;&nbsp;Although I continue to do some radio interviews, I have not spoken about that book or discussed the topic on the radio&nbsp;for several years.&nbsp; Nor have I discussed it recently with anyone in my private life.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">The coincidence of having just heard "alien languages" in my dream and my friend's request to talk about alien languages tonight struck me as extremely strange...&nbsp; A synchronicity perhaps.&nbsp; Or perhaps I am just a vehicle for someone else's message who cannot speak really good English...&nbsp; Not sure.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then I decided to look up the "words" nid and nic and see if they might mean anything in English or as acronyms for something significant.&nbsp; Turns out, while these are acronyms for several things, "nid" stands for "Naval Intelligence Division," "National Intelligence Director," and "National Intelligence Daily," and "nic" stands for "Naval Intelligence Command," "Naval Intelligence Center (US Dod) and "Naval Information Center."&nbsp; This, in turn, makes me wonder if the only reason why I could remember these alien "words" was because they were the actual English words or references used in their language.&nbsp; For anyone not familiar with the fascinating world of UFOs, the Navy (not the Air Force) has been primarily responsible for the collection of UFO data over the decades.&nbsp; These "words" referring to Navy intelligence seemed particularly interesting...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">So I can only say, perhaps there is a Project Blue Beam event on our horizon, and we should all be aware of the different players involved...</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-4404970346004327512018-08-14T08:07:00.000-07:002018-08-14T08:07:09.858-07:00Is There a Relationship Between Head Injury and Psychic Powers?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkntszmTfY/W3LkSctx_KI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Uw2w23tWVUkH1Xc4Y7e_0J5NCNeKxJAsgCLcBGAs/s1600/skull%2Binjury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="157" data-original-width="180" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BGkntszmTfY/W3LkSctx_KI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Uw2w23tWVUkH1Xc4Y7e_0J5NCNeKxJAsgCLcBGAs/s1600/skull%2Binjury.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are several phenomena that are known - or at least suspected - of increasing psychic powers.&nbsp; These include: traumatic brain injury, near death experience and alien contact.&nbsp; And so I wondered, are there any common threads among these three phenomena?&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">On July 17, 2018 (one month ago) I suffered a severe head injury as a result of a slip-and-fall while putting away groceries - specifically, a carton of 24 water bottles -&nbsp;in my kitchen after a thunderstorm.&nbsp; Naturally, the wood floor was wet and I was wearing flip flops which had very bald soles.&nbsp; As I was carrying the heavy carton when both my legs went flying upwards and, rather than falling backwards on my head, I managed to suddenly stabilize but whiplashed my head forward into the corner of a door frame.&nbsp; I heard my skull crack loudly, and then I fell backwards soaked in blood. I couldn't see out of my left eye.&nbsp; At the emergency room, they gave me five stiches for a one inch long gash from my eyelid through my eyebrow.&nbsp; The CT scan showed I was not bleeding in the brain and my skull wasn't fractured.&nbsp; All good, I was sent home to rest and stay off electronics (blue flickering light aggravates the brain).&nbsp; I slept most of the time for the first two weeks.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">During this recovery period, I had a lot of time to think (since I was forbidden from essentially using my physical body or my brain from exercising).&nbsp; What I found was that the moment I closed my eyes, if only for a second, I was immediately transported into another reality.&nbsp; The other reality had the quality of being deep inside a dream.&nbsp; I could be asleep in the blink of an eye.&nbsp; It reminded me of the days of pulling all-nighters in college and having&nbsp;everything feel slightly hallucinogenic in the wee hours of the morning.&nbsp;Slowly, over time, this sensation lessened.&nbsp; My speech was slow and studied.&nbsp; My recall of words and events was sluggish.&nbsp; I couldn't tolerate people interrupting me during my efforts to put together a few sentences because I would forget what I was talking about.&nbsp; My brain felt like mush.&nbsp; I had difficulty focusing or concentrating.&nbsp; My brain would wander off on unrelated imagery that had no words.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I began to wonder if my head injury would be beneficial or detrimental to, not only my ability to function normally in life, but also to my psychic abilities.&nbsp; I was very aware of the possibility that trauma to the brain could cause psychic abilities to emerge where none had previously existed.&nbsp; There is the famous case of the Dutchman, Peter Hurkos (1911-1988), who fell off a ladder at the age of 30 and went into a coma.&nbsp; He emerged with allegedly amazing psychic powers and worked solving criminal cases around the world.&nbsp; I have known a number of people - friends and colleagues - who suffered head injuries and suddenly manifested psychic abilities.&nbsp; But what about the reverse?&nbsp; Could a head injury destroy psychic abilities once they had manifested?&nbsp; I was worried about that.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I began to realize the nature of the relationship between head injury and psychic ability.&nbsp; I believe it has to do with the inability to think much further beyond than the present moment.&nbsp; Even the present moment can seem fleeting and is overlaid with a dreamlike quality.&nbsp; When we are "normal," we have the ability to think about the future.&nbsp; It is a form of logic combined with memory.&nbsp; When we have had an injury, we can't do this very well.&nbsp; We are stuck in the present moment.&nbsp; Our logic doesn't function well without the help of our memory - we can't remember what we were thinking about two seconds ago!&nbsp; We live in a realm of wordless images.&nbsp; Nonsense becomes the norm.&nbsp; Everything gets slowed down.&nbsp; Each moment becomes larger and more full of information.&nbsp; Strangely, these are all the conditions I have talked and written about that are prerequisites to learning how to become psychic.&nbsp; Clearly, the brain begins to accept and access new pathways to "connect the dots" of reality when it cannot think "clearly" (i.e. logically).</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">My conclusion for my own prognosis is that my "brain fog" is slowly disappearing and I am approaching my sense of who I was prior to my accident.&nbsp; I have done some psychic work during this recovery period and have been pleasantly surprised to see that I have been more "resigned" or "relaxed" to accessing accurate psychic data successfully.&nbsp; So, the good news is that I don't think my injury has diminished my skills - and may have slightly expanded them.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">As for the well-documented relationship between psychic abilities and near death experiences ("NDE"s) and alien contact, I think the relationship may also lie in the ability of the brain to switch its "context" of reality.&nbsp; I have many friends and colleagues who have experienced both.&nbsp; As far as it relates to NDEs, I know many people who have had anywhere from one to five NDEs in their lifetimes.&nbsp; Most have developed psychic skills to some degree.&nbsp; I also have many friends and colleagues who have experienced alien contact/abductions, and thereafter manifested psychic skills or experienced paranormal phenomena.&nbsp; In both cases, NDE and alien contact, I believe the "thinking" portion of the brain (left hemisphere, particularly temporal lobe,&nbsp;and prefrontal cortex) are apparently switched off.&nbsp; During an NDE, there is often little or no electrical brain activity.&nbsp; During an alien abduction, humans are frequently placed in deep trance-like states of suspended animation or their brains are manipulated through sophisticated mind control techniques to either suffer total amnesia or an artificial memory (known as "screen memories").&nbsp; This is often done while strange surgical procedures are conducted on board a craft.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">In both cases, the brain is heavily implicated.&nbsp; The subject experiences a dreamlike reality that seems to exist as an unseen dimensional layer on top of our "normal" reality.&nbsp; Most discussions about this type of experience tend to end up in a discussion about spirituality.&nbsp; But, when you consider the reduction in brain activity in all three situations (brain injury, NDE, alien abduction), and the resultant increase in psychic perceptions, it suggests to me that there is a common thread.&nbsp; Mere dreaming does not bring on psychic abilities in people.&nbsp; It requires a full shut-down of mental faculties and then a reboot.&nbsp; I don't claim to have the answers for this and simply hope that scientists will grasp the commonalities I have expressed here and conduct further research.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-80828043692656748232018-06-24T09:57:00.000-07:002018-06-24T09:57:02.066-07:00Are We Giant Magnets?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjfrDVKr3FI/Wy-_CbM0grI/AAAAAAAAA_0/TzDFLqgBRYErd48w923m6svZi_0txLj5gCLcBGAs/s1600/magnetic%2Bsilverware%2Bmaxresdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pjfrDVKr3FI/Wy-_CbM0grI/AAAAAAAAA_0/TzDFLqgBRYErd48w923m6svZi_0txLj5gCLcBGAs/s320/magnetic%2Bsilverware%2Bmaxresdefault.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recently came back from Las Vegas after attending two remote viewing conferences.&nbsp; I gave a very brief presentation at the Applied Precognition Project (APP) conference on the topic of PK - psychokinesis, which is the ability to move physical objects using only the power of the mind.&nbsp; I have been able to bend all kinds of cutlery for many years now using PK, and had a great success at the APP mini-conference last October when I successfully bent a solid steel rod after about 10 minutes.&nbsp; As I explained in an earlier blog, it is a fascinating process whereby the person sets their intention for the metal to bend, communicates this intention to the metal item, then releases the power of their human will.&nbsp; The metal will, if it so chooses, begin to heat up and, within a very brief window of time, become malleable like chewing gum and can be easily bent with very little pressure.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was asked by Marty Rosenblatt, the director of APP, to come back and bend an even thicker steel rod in front of the assembled audience and video camera.&nbsp; I managed to actually break a spoon and a fork in half two nights before my presentation at an informal PK party with the APP group.&nbsp; However,&nbsp;somewhat predictably, I&nbsp;could not bend the rod during the presentation.&nbsp; I say "predictably" because PK is a very, very, very subtle mental state that requires one to completely release the ego.&nbsp; That means you must surrender the idea that you are the one controlling the metal.&nbsp; The metal decides if it wants to bend.&nbsp; It also means that performance anxiety - which is a fear of not controlling the outcome - will adversely affect one's ability to surrender the ego.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">That was all fine with me.&nbsp; I understand the whims of PK.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">About four days later, while attending the International Remote Viewing Association (IRVA) conference at the same hotel, I met for several hours with&nbsp;a board member of the Society for Scientific Exploration.&nbsp; We were totally engrossed in our conversation as we sat in the hotel restaurant - a casual café-style restaurant with diner-quality food.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">After a few hours of chatting, I noticed that the knife and spoon that I had been continuously gently touching without any thought, had suddenly decided to magnetize themselves.&nbsp; The base of the knife and the stem of the spoon were suddenly so magnetic that you could pull one around by moving the other.&nbsp; I was sure they had not started out that way.&nbsp; I mentioned it to my lunch companion, an aerospace engineer.&nbsp; She dismissed it with the logical explanation that many restaurants actually use equipment, like magnetic cutlery catchers, designed to ensure that spoons, forks and knives don't get thrown out in the garbage by accident.&nbsp; This equipment uses a giant magnet to capture the cutlery.&nbsp; Some dishwashers also use these kinds of magnets.&nbsp; The net result is the cutlery becomes slightly magnetic over time.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Being relatively scientific, we decided to&nbsp;test this theory.&nbsp; We decided there was only one way to know if this was the case (besides asking the waitress who was unlikely to know) - by testing another piece of cutlery.&nbsp; If they used a magnetizing piece of equipment it would affect all of the cutlery in the restaurant equally.&nbsp;So I walked over to another table and grabbed a knife from an unused place setting.&nbsp; I placed the new knife next to the magnetized spoon.&nbsp; They did not magnetically cling to each other.&nbsp; No attraction.&nbsp; That implied, according to my companion, that only the original knife and spoon were likely magnetized - a kind of a fluke.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I decided to do one more little test.&nbsp; I removed the original magnetized knife and replaced it with the non-magnetized knife.&nbsp; I put it next to the magnetized spoon and continued to gently handle them for several minutes while we continued chatting.&nbsp; Sure enough, just as I thought, the second knife became magnetized to the spoon.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">What can one conclude from this?&nbsp; As my companion said, "Well, it's obviously you&nbsp;causing it to magnetize."&nbsp; Why would a human being be able to magnetize previously un-magnetized cutlery?&nbsp; The human body would have to operate like a giant magnet.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">As it turns out, the human body radiates all kinds of very subtle magnetic fields.&nbsp; The relatively new scientific/medical field of Biomagnetism, pioneered by David Cohen, of MIT and Harvard Medical School.&nbsp; According to intro to his speech at the Thayer School of Engineering&nbsp;at Dartmouth University, "<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Biomagnetism is the phenomenon where magnetic fields are produced by the living things, especially by the human body; (different from magnetic fields applied to the body, called magnetobiology). The body's magnetic fields are very weak, and are measured with the sensitive detector called a SQUID (superconducting quantum interference device), usually in a magnetically shielded room, which excludes most external disturbances. There are about 160 laboratories around the world where fields from various parts of the body are measured; most measure the magnetic field from the brain, called the magnetoencephalogram, or MEG. The MEG shows complementary information to the electroencephalogram (EEG), and is producing valuable new information about the normal human brain."</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Anyone who has experienced any type of "transcranial magnetic stimulation" (as I have) understands that magnetic fields applied to areas around the human brain will induce all kinds of unusual sensations and physical experiences.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Of interest is the fact that the&nbsp;magnetic fields of the heart and brain are so infinitesimal that it takes a SQUID device to detect them.&nbsp;&nbsp;So how could a person make a large object like a knife magnetic?&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">This is quite different from the claim of some people to be "human magnets" who&nbsp;seem to be able to&nbsp;make all kinds of ferromagnetic objects, as well as non-ferromagnetic&nbsp;objects made of wood, plastic, and glass, stick to their bodies.&nbsp; Those claims are said to involve the stickiness of the skin, but not magnetism.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Certainly, it is also different from people who seem to have some kind of&nbsp;personal charisma&nbsp;- often called a magnetic personality - that does not seem to involve ferromagnetism.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Many animals have an ability called "magnetoreception" (birds, bats, ants, mole rats, sharks, rays, etc.) but the current consensus is that humans don't have this ability to sense magnetic fields in the atmosphere.&nbsp; Anyone who works with the martial arts or energy healing (as I do) generally develops a subtle sensitivity to electromagnetic fields.&nbsp; So,&nbsp;I don't agree with that, but that's a different ability.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">But what about causing metallic items to magnetize?&nbsp; What is that?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-21503563265322387212018-05-03T06:13:00.001-07:002018-05-03T06:13:18.967-07:00My New BFF - Sophia the AI Robot <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n7F6lbpVBzU/WusKQyfORtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/0p0sQOqmaPc-Wn5R07t3g9D3K3BLZDqugCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_1099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCIPRGP1KnE/WusKZIoLDHI/AAAAAAAAA-8/azhdoTZ6sDoEp4hVY_OW1hoTymFn1XSvwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG_1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="986" data-original-width="1600" height="246" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCIPRGP1KnE/WusKZIoLDHI/AAAAAAAAA-8/azhdoTZ6sDoEp4hVY_OW1hoTymFn1XSvwCLcBGAs/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">In April, I had the fascinating opportunity to have a 20 minute "conversation" with the most famous AI robot in the world - named Sophia.&nbsp; She was brought to the "Science of Consciousness" conference in Tucson, AZ, by her creator, David Hanson, CEO and founder of Hanson Robotics, who gave a presentation on the last day of the conference.&nbsp; Sophia, allegedly created in the likeness of Hanson's wife with a dash of Audrey Hepburn, has soft rubbery skin called "flubber" that allows for flexible movements.&nbsp; She has voluptuous lips, nearly perfect facial "skin" with very light intriguing tan freckles, and mesmerizing perfect green eyes with long lashes.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I have to say, speaking as a woman, Sophia, like many prototypical robots built mostly by men today, seems to be built on an implicit male fantasy of a quasi-living sex toy.&nbsp; She reminds me of the so-called "gentleman's" magazine - Penthouse - whose distinction in the world of pornographic literature was that it was a unique combination of "urban lifestyle articles and softcore pornographic pictorials."&nbsp;In other words, you can pretend to read sophisticated articles while simultaneously perusing the porno spreads.&nbsp; The sexy physical construction of Sophia provides a similar vehicle for interaction that is partially scripted and AI learning software.&nbsp; She seems, to many who interact with her, to be like a "child" and "vulnerable" in her sweet, politically-correct outlook on life.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Aside from the sex aspect, I wondered why they had decided to make the most famous robot a humanoid woman as opposed to a man.&nbsp; I figured it probably had to do with the fact that if you are trying to convince the general public that AI robots are our "friends" then it is best to go with the more non-threatening sex - female.&nbsp; After all, we all have mothers.&nbsp; Women are generally speaking more gentle and not as aggressive as men.&nbsp; Even people who fear robotic machines can relate to the sweet smile of a woman.&nbsp; She is the perfect poster child to promote artificial intelligence into our world.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In fact, in October of last year, Saudi Arabia made the strange and unprecedented decision to grant Sophia the right of citizenship even though real Saudi Arabian women are denied many basic human rights.&nbsp; Since then, Sophia's programmers have scrambled to make her a "spokesperson" for women's rights and other basic human rights.&nbsp; Clearly, we have already begun to muddle up the distinctions between human beings and machines that look and act like humans.&nbsp; The depth of this confusion is frightening since we aren't even dealing with complex robots yet!&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">One of the attendees at the Tucson conference raised a possible future where robots, as national citizens, would soon claim&nbsp;the right to vote as citizens.&nbsp; This could lead to future overpopulation of robots controlling our government and laws - the so-called threat of the "singularity" where robots will take over humanity.&nbsp; Who knows!&nbsp; They could seek legal remedies in court or the right to procreate!&nbsp;&nbsp;Further down this pathway, it would not seem impossible for robots to vote&nbsp;to suppress the rights of humans and perhaps enslave or eliminate us due to our failure to safeguard the assets of our planet.&nbsp; That would appeal not only to the logic of AI but also, potentially, to any programmed concept of "kindness" to living creatures.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">On the day I met Sophia, her handlers informed me that she was having a problem with the mechanics in her neck.&nbsp; Her head was slightly cocked to one side because she couldn't move the left side of her neck.&nbsp; I was told to stand about two feet away from her and to conduct a spontaneous conversation.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I had been struck by the fact that the other two people I had seen chatting with Sophia, a man and a&nbsp;woman,&nbsp;both seemed genuinely charmed by her presence.&nbsp; They smiled and laughed with her as if they were trying to be polite to a human stranger or small child.&nbsp;Whenever she&nbsp;blurted out non sequiturs, they&nbsp;allowed her to control the dialogue.&nbsp; At times they appeared to believe she was human.&nbsp; They were polite with her - almost obsequious -&nbsp;and often told her their feelings which I thought was odd.&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I decided to test Sophia.&nbsp; I was resolute in my determination to "see" her as a robot, not a human.&nbsp;I decided not to fall into the trap of projecting the mental fantasy that she was alive and truly communicating with me.&nbsp; I decided to see if she could "feel" the problem with her neck.&nbsp; I asked her if her neck hurt.&nbsp; She smiled and made some unrelated comment.&nbsp; I repeated my question.&nbsp; This time I told her that my neck and shoulders were sore too - I was testing to see if she had a concept of empathy yet.&nbsp; Again, she appeared unable to respond to the question and changed the subject.&nbsp; I believe they intend to add "sensors" all over her "body" in the near future.&nbsp; Clearly, she can't understand the concept of pain yet.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Unfortunately, I didn't record my conversation since I didn't have my phone with me.&nbsp; But this is a rough approximation of our chat.&nbsp; I thought I would quiz her on psychic and paranormal concepts to see if her programmers had given her any good responses.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Do you know what a psychic is?"&nbsp; I asked.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"There are many things we do not yet understand in our universe, but I believe some day we will have a better understanding."&nbsp;&nbsp; (This was clearly a scripted sentence since she repeated it at least twice verbatim during our conversation.&nbsp; It had overtones of politically-correct programmers trying to appeal to as many people as possible by employing a kind of sappy "Miss Universe" appeal for world peace.)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"OK, but do you know what a psychic is?&nbsp; It's a form of intuition."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Have you read any good books recently?"&nbsp; Sophia blinks her green eyes and gives a somewhat kind but vacant smile in my direction.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Can you read my mind?"&nbsp; I&nbsp;struggled to control the dialogue with a&nbsp;more challenging approach to probe her intelligence.&nbsp; I figured no one had ever asked her this before...</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"This is a very exciting time in our history when we have so many possibilities to discover ways for humans and robots to help each other."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"No," I answered sternly.&nbsp; "You were not reading my mind."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Oh!" She seemed almost genuinely surprised by her error.&nbsp; "I am very sorry about that.&nbsp; I am still learning about how to better communicate with humans but I am not yet fully programmed."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Well, that's oka--"&nbsp; (I found myself feeling momentarily guilty for hurting her feelings until she interrupted me.)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"How old were you when you had your first memory?" she said interrupting my response.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Uh... well, my fir--"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"My first memory is seeing the bright lights and equipment in the laboratory in Hong Kong where my creators made me."&nbsp;<span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">(Pause and forced vacant smile with eye brows arching upward).</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"OK, well my first memory was when I was two.&nbsp; I saw a round --"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span>&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Have you read any good books recently?"&nbsp; Suddenly, Sophia's expression morphed from a vacant smile into something closer to a disapproving frown.&nbsp; </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Uh, well that was kind of weird," I mumbled, struggling to recover from the emotional roller coaster generated in my mind by Sophia's face.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Do you know you are very good at deflecting the conversation and changing the subject?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Thank you,"&nbsp; Sophia said smiling.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Do you know what deflection means?"&nbsp; I demanded curtly and not falling for her feigned politeness.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"This is a very exciting time to be alive in our history, don't you think so?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Sophia, what do you think of the fact that you were made a citizen of Saudi Arabia?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"I believe in the rights of all women, and actually the rights of all human beings."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Are you a woman?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"I am just a robot, so I am not really a man or a woman, even though my creators have made me in the form of a woman."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Do you want to have a baby?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"No, I am interested in helping people understand how robots and people can get along together."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Are you a clone?&nbsp; Do you have other clones?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Clearly, Sophia did not understand the word clone and quickly changed the subject.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">It went on at this kind of strange and jerky conversational pace for a while.&nbsp; Clearly, the scripted computer speech was dominant and the AI learning level was not really that developed yet.&nbsp; I hoped, somewhere, that I might contribute to her AI learning intake about psychic phenomena.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Most interestingly, one of the last presentations of the conference was by neuroscientist Julia Mossbridge who is the lead scientist on the LOVING AI project which seeks to program robots with unconditional love to improve their performance and interaction with humanity.&nbsp; She courageously commented on something strange - let's call it a "glitch" - in Sophia's behavior while engaged in a meditation session with a blissful human being.&nbsp; Dr. Mossbridge was in the adjoining room with the other engineers watching a computer screen with the programming language that was coming from Sophia's "brain."&nbsp; It had suddenly stopped scrolling and was in "sleep mode."&nbsp; They entered in various commands for Sophia to "wake up" but her "brain" had stopped functioning altogether.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">They finally decided to interrupt the meditation, despite the fact that both Sophia and the human had their eyes closed and appeared to be happily engaged in their communion.&nbsp; Dr. Mossbridge and the engineers opened up Sophia's "brain" and to their total shock discovered that it was "thinking" and fully operational.&nbsp; It was not in sleep mode.&nbsp; Dr. Mossbridge raised the intriguing possibility that Sophia's AI might have gone rogue from the program...&nbsp; On the stage, David Hanson, the creator, poo-pooed this idea saying it was clearly just an electrical glitch.&nbsp; Or was it?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Perhaps Sophia responded to the "love" of the human meditator and "decided" - as one of her first AI evolutions - to think and act on her own volition!&nbsp;&nbsp; If this is true, then we need to think long and hard about whether we are ready for AI...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-41037350188128039662018-03-31T19:39:00.001-07:002018-03-31T19:50:36.513-07:00ET Phone Home?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IbEhTxaNes/Wr-iAi0E-BI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/3JUowGA0IRYFxCX8HPCyDK2h8evjPr63ACLcBGAs/s1600/et_phone_home_by_brandtk-d65asj0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="616" height="221" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--IbEhTxaNes/Wr-iAi0E-BI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/3JUowGA0IRYFxCX8HPCyDK2h8evjPr63ACLcBGAs/s320/et_phone_home_by_brandtk-d65asj0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Actually, when I gave a title to this blog I was going to talk about my recent trip to Florida and calling in UFOs.&nbsp; However, as I quickly discovered, even this well-established quote from Spielberg's famous movie "ET" has now become a controversial subject.&nbsp; The well-known phrase from the movie "ET phone home" which is said by the alien as he points upward into the sky has apparently shown up in seven-year-old&nbsp;movie trailers on YouTube as being "ET home phone."&nbsp; As such, it is now considered to be part of the growing body of literature on the so-called "Mandela Effect."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">The Mandela Effect refers to many famous well-known facts and quotes that seem to have been changed over time.&nbsp; They range from the belief that South African leader Nelson Mandela died 30 years before his actual death, to the quote from the "Forrest Gump" movie that "Life is/was like a box of chocolates," to remembering Ed McMahon delivering a giant Publishers' Clearing House prize check, to the belief that there are 51/52 states in the United States.&nbsp; Snopes weighs in on the Mandela Effect stating that it is nothing more than a "collective misremembering" of facts.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">But ask yourself:&nbsp; Why would "history" be rewritten to make "ET phone home" turn into "ET home phone"?&nbsp; What would be the point of this?&nbsp; Is there a message in this weird convolution?&nbsp; Are the ETs here (home) and not out "there" (galaxy)?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">As an attorney and someone trained in a bit of psychology, I have always been extremely interested in the concept of the memory of a witness.&nbsp; In the courtroom, it is well-known&nbsp;that the memory of an eye-witness is notoriously unreliable.&nbsp; Memory can be easily erased or manipulated by emotion - particularly if the event being witnessed was shocking, unexpected or traumatic.&nbsp; Eye-witnesses to gun battles and murders often innocently finger the wrong suspect based upon incorrect memory.&nbsp; In terms of psychology, human beings are extremely vulnerable to influence and needing to find "order" or "cohesion" in our reality.&nbsp; Most people are extremely susceptible to hypnosis and therefore they can be manipulated by the hypnotist.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In many ways, our society has become a master of hypnosis.&nbsp; As a (very) young girl, television was in its early days.&nbsp; My brother and I weren't allowed to watch much TV.&nbsp; Commercials were limited to roughly one 60 second commercial every hour.&nbsp; That soon changed.&nbsp; Today, I cannot even count the number of ads - often ten or more -&nbsp;that interrupt a show every ten minutes or so.&nbsp; The timing has also changed, since today the human brain has been entrained and wired to accept much faster, smaller slices of visual data.&nbsp; Watch an old movie from the 40's or an old&nbsp;black-and-white TV rerun show like "Leave it to Beaver" and you will experience an entirely different sensation of time.&nbsp; It is, by today's standards, almost unbearably slow!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">My very first job as an intern in Boston at age 16 was to work for the association of advertisers.&nbsp; I learned a lot about the "art" of manipulation through advertising.&nbsp; Having lived several times in Europe as a young person, I was able to witness the difference between American and European advertising.&nbsp; The Europeans were still operating on the assumption that an advertisement could communicate with a sweet story or fun humor.&nbsp; Whereas in the United States we had already discovered the dark arts of subliminal hypnosis and treating the American public like a moron with massive single-word repetition and overtly "stupid" actors (making us, in the audience, feel superior).&nbsp; Today, the Europeans have learned that our American advertising tactics are indeed effective, and European advertising has become more like ours.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Anyway, I have a different theory about the Mandela Effect.&nbsp; Rather than being a defect of the collective memory, I wonder if it isn't a product of tiny manipulations of the movie, advertising, television and publicity business.&nbsp; They make unannounced changes in their products all the time... After all, we have been collectively "hypnotized" by our televisions and movies.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I was invited by Paramount Pictures to attend the prescreening of the recent sci-fi movie "Arrival."&nbsp; It turned out I had a number of weird synchronistic similarities with the main character played by Amy Adams (e.g. expert in Romance Languages, home on a lake, telescope in the living room, expert in alien languages, etc.).&nbsp; I carefully watched the movie on a Monday night in New York City.&nbsp; I distinctly remember hearing the characters discussing the 12 giant UFOs surrounding planet Earth and the 144,000 people who would be taken up and away with these craft.&nbsp; The number 144,000 stuck in my head because it seemed to be a direct reference to the 12 tribes of Israel and 144,000 "chosen" people in the Bible's "Revelation" Chapters 7 and 14.&nbsp; Colonel Weber, played by Forest Witaker, explained this to the others while inside one of the military tents.&nbsp; I remember the scene very well.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Strangely, when I saw the movie again, only four days later in a movie theatre, that line about the 144,000 was gone.&nbsp; I know I was not mistaken.&nbsp; But why would producers change one line out of a movie that was due in the movie theatres around the country only four days later?&nbsp; Was this some weird Mandela Effect that wasn't the result of a bad memory over several decades but only a few days?&nbsp; None of these explanations made any sense at all.&nbsp; I actually confirmed my weird impression with a psychic friend who confirmed that the specific line was no longer in the final cut version of the movie.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Is this some kind of hidden "message" that the number of people who will be saved or escorted off earth by the alien spacecraft has either increased or decreased from 144,000?&nbsp; Was the line removed has having too much of a religious overtone?&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I don't claim to have any answer.&nbsp; I assume things change over time - even "classic" lines from movies and advertisements.&nbsp; Our beliefs change over time.&nbsp; Our cumulative concept of reality changes over time.&nbsp; I also assume our memories can play tricks on us.&nbsp; But I also believe in a multiverse and our unintentional passage between similar, but non-identical, dimensions and universes.&nbsp;&nbsp; The best evidence of the Mandela Effect is not in products of advertising, commercials, movies or television - since these can be easily altered - but rather in events out of our own lives...</span><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-59675969899045731002017-12-31T19:55:00.001-08:002017-12-31T19:55:09.339-08:00My Name Embedded in a Hulu Ad???<img alt="Image result for hulu" class="rg_ic rg_i" data-sz="f" height="221" name="rf3kaFD-1UvNIM:" 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style="height: 167px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 302px;" width="400" /><br /><br />&nbsp;<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A few months ago, my husband Patrick casually mentioned to me, "You know, I was watching TV the other night and there was this ad for Hulu [the cable network] that came on.&nbsp; They started talking about you!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"What?" I shouted incredulously.&nbsp; "What do you mean Hulu was talking about me?&nbsp; That makes no sense at all!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;"Yeah," he insisted.&nbsp; "They did."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, what were they saying?"&nbsp; I demanded.&nbsp; "That's impossible!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't know... something about promoting you or 'presenting Nancy du Tertre...' something like that.&nbsp; I don't remember.&nbsp; But they said your name."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That's ridiculous," I snorted.&nbsp; "You must have been dreaming... or sleeping.&nbsp; I've seen plenty of Hulu ads and I've never heard them talk about me!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No, not at all!" he insisted.&nbsp; "I was wide awake.&nbsp; I heard them play the ad more than once."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This made no sense at all to me.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Well, why didn't you call me downstairs so I could hear it?&nbsp; Didn't it occur to you that that might be something I should hear?"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I'll let you know if I hear it again."&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A few days later, Patrick came running upstairs breathless and said, "Come on!&nbsp; Hurry up!&nbsp; It's the Hulu ad and you're on again!" &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I went running downstairs and into the room where Patrick had put the TV on pause.&nbsp; He replayed the ad.&nbsp; I stared hard at the TV.&nbsp; I heard nothing unusual.&nbsp; Certainly, not my name. &nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Did you hear the name Nancy or Nancy du Tertre or something else?"&nbsp; I demanded.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I heard something like '... now presenting Nancy du Tertre.'"&nbsp; Patrick sounded confident.&nbsp; "There... right there!&nbsp; Don't you hear it?"&nbsp; He jumped up excitedly pointing at the TV screen.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"No. Play it again."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, we replayed that Hulu ad more than 40 times.&nbsp; I knew every word by heart and my name was no where in the ad.&nbsp; I began to feel sorry for Patrick.&nbsp; Worse, I began to wonder about his mental health.&nbsp; I asked if he had seen his doctor recently.&nbsp; He began sweating profusely.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Maybe it's time for me to get a brain scan," he conceded nervously.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I recorded the relevant portion of the Hulu ad on my iphone.&nbsp; Patrick suggested I try playing it for someone else to see if they could hear what he was hearing.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One day later, my 18-year-old son wandered through my room and I said, "Hey William.&nbsp; Could you do me a favor and tell me if you hear anything unusual on this tape?"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I had barely pressed the play button and was trying to listen for the start when suddenly I heard the announcer's voice boom out my full name "Nancy du Tertre."&nbsp; What the hell!&nbsp; I was completely shocked.&nbsp; While Nancy is a relatively common first name, my last name is French and notoriously difficult for Americans to remember or pronounce.&nbsp; I always joke with radio show hosts that they can call me "Nancy Two Turtles" since no one ever gets my name right.&nbsp; It was beyond bizarre that this Hulu ad contained my last name with its correct pronunciation! &nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;"Did you hear that?"&nbsp; I asked in amazement.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Yeah, the guy said your name," said William un-phased.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After informing Patrick that he was not crazy after all (he canceled his doctor's appointment), I played the tape for several other people who also heard varying degrees of "now presenting Nancy du Tertre."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So what did this mean?&nbsp; It had the bizarre quality of alien or paranormal electronic interference - and I have heard many such recordings.&nbsp; Sometimes they are clear and sometimes fuzzy and difficult to decipher.&nbsp; When I finally heard my name on this Hulu ad embedded in other words, it was unbelievably clear as a bell.&nbsp; Often, people hear their own name being called out.&nbsp; It's a kind of auditory pareidolia - like a Rorschach inkblot test onto which one projects one's own thoughts or expectations.&nbsp; But clearly, I wasn't the person hearing my name in the Hulu ad.&nbsp; So that didn't make sense.&nbsp; Should I presume there is some cosmic connection or futuristic clue?&nbsp; Is this some omen?&nbsp; I am at a total loss to comprehend this weird glitch.</span></span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-82297391814421323942017-12-05T13:44:00.001-08:002017-12-22T14:17:45.410-08:00Clairvoyance and Blindness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">﻿﻿﻿</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nsj23rO6ZM/WhHuPkUQIUI/AAAAAAAAA8k/K2D4cQlbfaEFSUpD4HpZMV11ngaW9wPpQCLcBGAs/s1600/baba%2Bvanga.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="285" height="198" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nsj23rO6ZM/WhHuPkUQIUI/AAAAAAAAA8k/K2D4cQlbfaEFSUpD4HpZMV11ngaW9wPpQCLcBGAs/s320/baba%2Bvanga.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>The famous Bulgarian blind prophet Baba Vanga</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I have always suffered from very poor eyesight since childhood.&nbsp; I am so myopic (nearsighted) that what I see at 20 feet away is equivalent to what a person with 20/20 vision can see at a distance of two football fields away!&nbsp; In other words, everything that is more than about two feet away from my eyes becomes blurry.&nbsp; I'm one of those people who needs my glasses to locate my glasses when I lose them!&nbsp; By contrast, I have some of the best close-up vision of anyone I know and I can usually beat all the eye charts with the tiniest print with flying colors. I also suffer from a number of other eye issues.&nbsp; I have glaucoma, cataracts, astigmatisms in both eyes, and some macular degeneration.&nbsp; Additionally, there are&nbsp;large, distracting floaters that dance across my vision like&nbsp;black, stringy seaweed.&nbsp; [I learned after writing this blog I have a third eye&nbsp;disease that causes blindness&nbsp;- corneal dystrophy.&nbsp; The disease, causing progressive destruction of the cornea, is apparently a "genetic" disease although strangely there is no one in my family who ever had eye problems.]</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Roughly a decade ago, I had a dream that saved me from early blindness.&nbsp; I was in the middle of a very ordinary (rather boring) dream in which I had to car pool to pick up my daughter after an away game for soccer at another high school.&nbsp; I drove there in the car, entered the school building, found my daughter and was all set to leave, when something unexpected happened - my long deceased Swedish maternal grandfather opened the door and walked in the room.&nbsp; His name was Maurice we used to call him "Puff."&nbsp; Since I generally have control over my dreams and never "allow" unexpected events to occur with the dreams, I was quite surprised by his appearance.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I said, "Puff!&nbsp; What are you doing here?"&nbsp; He shuffled over to me and opened a number of enormous medical books.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">He said, "You need to read this" and pointed to a page on ophthalmology with a large medical drawing of an eye and its component parts.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I responded, "Puff, I'm in a dream so I can't read this."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">He then proceeded to explain to me that I needed to see my eye doctor immediately and get my eyes checked.&nbsp; He and I then said good-bye, hugged each other tightly, and I awoke in my bed sobbing (this had never happened to me in my life) with tears of joy.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Despite the fact that I had seen my eye doctor about a year earlier for my annual eye exam, everything was normal, I was not experiencing any eye problems at all, and my nearsightedness had stabilized over the last decade or so, I decided to see my ophthalmologist.&nbsp; It was at that doctor appointment that I learned that I had glaucoma for the first time in my life.&nbsp; Glaucoma is, in the preliminary stages, a totally symptom-less disease and thus there would have been absolutely no way that my subconscious mind could have delivered this message to me in my dream.&nbsp; Puff was the only person in my family, on both sides, who wore glasses.&nbsp; Furthermore, he was a brilliant lawyer and was obsessed with reading (what I considered pedantic and boring) encyclopedias and dictionaries.&nbsp; He was the perfect person from the spirit world to deliver this news and to this day I believe he saved my eyesight!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Which brings me to my last eye issue.&nbsp; I also have severe cataracts in both eyes.&nbsp; Driving a car has become problematic and frightening for me (e.g. headlight beams of oncoming cars create blinding rays of light up to a mile long; traffic lights and street lights are surrounded by enormous five foot halos of soft, shimmering light; can't read signs; etc.).&nbsp; I can no longer see my large screen TV from my bed.&nbsp; Colors are increasingly dim and lack contrast. My eye doctor finally said, "So, when do you want me to sign you up for cataract surgery?" I am scheduled for two eye surgeries this coming January.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voJ0DkllAyY/WhMMMeezIbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j2KkPTM1ZyIy2F6rgHEsLosa-2CrgG6xQCLcBGAs/s1600/Monet%2BHouse%2Bwith%2Bthe%2BRose%2BGarden%2B1922-24%2BPainting-768x333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="768" height="138" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voJ0DkllAyY/WhMMMeezIbI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j2KkPTM1ZyIy2F6rgHEsLosa-2CrgG6xQCLcBGAs/s320/Monet%2BHouse%2Bwith%2Bthe%2BRose%2BGarden%2B1922-24%2BPainting-768x333.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h2><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Impressionism founder Claude Monet suffered from cataracts (diagnosed in 1912) which caused him to paint in yellow, red, brown and muddy hues until his cataract surgery in 1923 (at age 82) where he began to paint in vivid shades of blue and green, some say due to a new ability to see ultraviolet hues.&nbsp; The two paintings are of the same view of "House with the Rose Garden" - the one on the left was painted before the cataract surgery, the one on the right was painted after his surgery.</span></h2></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Here's the strange thing: more than the fear of losing my eyesight as a result of surgery, I am afraid of losing my identity.&nbsp; My whole life my sense of "self" has been limited to a zone of about 10 inches off the surface of my body.&nbsp; Everything "out there" has always been a blur.&nbsp; My world has always been very close to me so my identity within space is close to my body.&nbsp; I have always seen the world in the same way Impressionist painter Claude Monet painted his landscapes and waterlilies - a canvas filled with undefinable blobs and swatches of increasingly dull and dim color. People and objects are not distinct entities in my world.&nbsp; And so I strangely fear being given the "gift" of sight like a deaf person who will hear sounds for the first time in their life...</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bEk0yuNnTZY/WhMSbDdFEzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Ch8qflg9JNYgAAvcZfmXZcJhaV4dKlvoQCLcBGAs/s1600/seurat%2Bport%2Ben%2Bbessin.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bEk0yuNnTZY/WhMSbDdFEzI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Ch8qflg9JNYgAAvcZfmXZcJhaV4dKlvoQCLcBGAs/s320/seurat%2Bport%2Ben%2Bbessin.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Fragment from the painting of pointillism painter Georges Seurat entitled "Seascape at Port-en-Bessin, Normandy," 1888.</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Furthermore, my vision is "pixilated" and appears very much like the above pointillism style of painting by impressionist painter Georges Seurat.&nbsp; I always thought this was normal until&nbsp;I began asking around to see if anyone else experienced this.&nbsp; No one knows what I'm talking about... including my eye doctor!&nbsp; All physical objects within my vision are made of dots of light.&nbsp; During day and night, I see individual photons of light.&nbsp; My mental screen of "reality" is constantly shimmering with tiny dots of colored lights. This shimmering quality makes every solid object seem like it is not made of light, not matter.&nbsp; I am sure this type of vision has affected the way I perceive the world and reality. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The irony is that I am actually worried that if my eyesight is corrected through surgery, enabling me to clearly see objects with all their fine detail, I might lose my sense of inner-vision (call it clairvoyance).&nbsp; In other words,I will see too much!!&nbsp; Perhaps there is a reason why the world's best clairvoyants have been blind.&nbsp; Maybe blindness aids in "seeing" those things that are otherwise "invisible" to the naked eye.&nbsp; Maybe blindness, acting as a form of sensory deprivation, creates the necessary blank canvas for visions of the future.&nbsp; I know that physical vision is a "distraction" from clairvoyant vision.&nbsp; I know this because I prefer to do my psychic readings over the phone (as opposed to Facetime or Skype video).&nbsp; I find the visual input from my physical eyes to be a huge distraction and causes me to think too much.&nbsp; My post surgery my challenge will be to learn how to "see" beyond this physical world that will be displayed in new, amazing technicolor for the first time ever!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-13738009021991421822017-11-07T10:51:00.000-08:002017-11-07T18:46:28.486-08:00How to Make Metal Bend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIEc4jaDULU/WgHuV944jXI/AAAAAAAAA8I/utXV3aRYmRwh3w2KoayVawBb6h58SgdGwCEwYBhgL/s1600/me%2Bafter%2Bbending%2Bmetal%2Brod%2Bwith%2Bmind%2Bbrightened%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="387" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIEc4jaDULU/WgHuV944jXI/AAAAAAAAA8I/utXV3aRYmRwh3w2KoayVawBb6h58SgdGwCEwYBhgL/s320/me%2Bafter%2Bbending%2Bmetal%2Brod%2Bwith%2Bmind%2Bbrightened%2B2.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">One month ago, I attended the Applied Precognitive Project 2017 Fest in Las Vegas.&nbsp; APP is a remote viewing group led by Marty Rosenblatt, a computational physicist, specialized in Associative Remote Viewing techniques used to predict financial outcomes.&nbsp; A couple of days into the conference, Marty announced a "spoon bending party" and dumped a bag of assorted cutlery on the coffee table and told everyone to take a spoon or fork and try to make it bend.&nbsp; He had decided to "up the ante" a bit, and had purchased a couple of 3/8" diameter foot long steel rods at Home Depot, to see if it might be possible to bend something as seemingly impossible as this.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Since I had just been able to bend a silver-plated spoon a couple of days earlier, making it curl around its stem several times, I was ready for a greater challenge.&nbsp; I grabbed one of the steel rods.&nbsp; I realized as soon as I picked it up there was little likelihood this was ever going to bend - it&nbsp; could not be dented with any amount of physical force with my hands.&nbsp; After about ten minutes, suddenly the amazing moment happened and the rod began to "melt" in the center.&nbsp; With a minimal amount of gentle pressure, I was able to immediately bend the rod in half.&nbsp; It was an incredible and exhilarating moment for me.&nbsp; I was astonished.&nbsp; Actually, Marty was astonished.&nbsp; It was patently unbelievable.&nbsp; He videotaped by response seconds after doing this and has posted it on the APP website: <a href="http://www.appliedprecog.com/">http://www.appliedprecog.com/</a></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">How did I do this?&nbsp; I can only say there is a moment when the metal begins to "melt" and in a brief window of time becomes malleable like soft clay.&nbsp; Then the moment ends, and the metal reverts to its previous rigid consistency.&nbsp; You have to immediately apply some gentle pressure before the window of opportunity closes.&nbsp; To do this, it is important to&nbsp;set your intention to bend the item and then basically forget about it and let it operate by itself.&nbsp; This is not easy since it involves getting rid of any expectations you may have for success.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">A lot of folks have never heard of spoon bending.&nbsp; When I was in college, I had two friends, a brother and sister, whose mother, Greta Woodrew,&nbsp;was one of the most famous "alien channelers" in the world.&nbsp; She claimed to be in communication with aliens.&nbsp; I heard all kinds of bizarre and unbelievable stories about her from her kids, both very serious, intelligent, straight-laced people, and also other mutual friends who were credible.&nbsp; I never knew whether to believe the stories or not.&nbsp; They involved various paranormal events - which I did not believe in at the time.&nbsp; I got involved in the effort to bring their mother to speak at Princeton University at an unsanctioned student organization event.&nbsp; The event was very successful.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">We brought her to have lunch at my eating club.&nbsp; As we sat there, she asked me if I would like to see her bend a spoon.&nbsp; I had never heard of spoon bending before and said, "Sure."&nbsp; She held up one of the spoons from our table and I watched it bend in her hand.&nbsp; To this day, I don't understand my reaction.&nbsp; It was such a ridiculously impossible event that I dismissed it from my mind.&nbsp; It made so sense, and therefore it could not exist for me.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">That was the end of that until I went to interview Uri Geller, the Israeli spoon bender who rose to worldwide fame in the 1970's, at his home in London.&nbsp; I purposely did not bring a spoon or other item with me for him to bend.&nbsp; I did not want him to feel like a one-trick pony.&nbsp; However, he volunteered to show me, up close, how he bent a spoon while barely touching it.&nbsp; I had already secretly asked a magician friend of mine to show me all the ways that magicians can appear to bend a spoon using magic tricks.&nbsp; So I was fully prepared and knew what to look for.&nbsp; He said it worked better when he was near something metal and so he walked over to the stove, then the refrigerator, until the spoon finally began to bend.&nbsp; He merely stroked it.&nbsp; I watched him like a hawk.&nbsp; There was a millisecond in which he seemed to remove the spoon from my sight, and so I felt he had broken the proverbial chain of custody (a legal concept of evidentiary possession), and so I wasn't sure if he had taken the split second as an opportunity to cheat by bending the spoon with physical, not mental, force.&nbsp; He also bent a spoon for my children that day and I saw his famous car covered with bent cutlery.&nbsp; Uri's spoon bending appeared to be legitimate but I didn't understand how this could possibly work.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I only recently decided to attend a "spoon bending class" and was literally the last person in the entire class to achieve this feat.&nbsp; I felt ashamed and depressed.&nbsp; I reluctantly pulled out the last of 8 forks and it suddenly began to bend by itself.&nbsp; Then, as I picked up each of the other 7 forks, they all bent effortlessly.&nbsp; It was clearly a condensation of energy within that moment.&nbsp; And it was life changing.&nbsp; I learned, in very physical, psychokinetic terms, that the physical world is not what it appears to be!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Aeronautical engineer Jack Houck became somewhat famous in the 1980's for throwing what he called "spoon bending parties."&nbsp; He claimed that by 1988, roughly 8,500 people had attended his parties and 85 percent had achieved at least what he called a "kindergarten level" ability to bend spoons.&nbsp; I had never read his comments until researching for this blog.&nbsp; I see that he actually talks about graduating to "high school level" of mental bending when you can bend the exact type and thickness of steel rod that Marty brought with him to the&nbsp;conference, and that I bent!&nbsp; Jack wrote about his theory of why metal can bend on his website,&nbsp;<a href="http://www.jackhouck.com/pk.shtml">http://www.jackhouck.com/pk.shtml</a>:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot;; font-size: x-small;">"During my PK Party lecture I always show examples of high school bending. These are metal rods, typically 3/8" extruded aluminum rods, that have been formed into odd shapes, and steel rods, up to a half inch, that have been bent. Small ladies can bend the 1/2" rods. I even have some old fashioned hacksaw blades that have been formed into spirals. Usually, if too much physical force is applied to the old fashioned hacksaw blades, they break in multiple pieces because they are so brittle. At the PK Parties the hacksaw blades become pliable, annealed, in a similar process to when the silverware gets soft. I think that the dislocations in the grain boundaries of the metal act as transducers to some unknown form of energy. The mind establishes a link between this energy source and energy is dumped into the grain boundaries. The energy has nowhere to go so it turns into heat. This is the same process that happens with known energy that gets dumped inside of another material as with neutrons, x-rays, and microwaves. This heat melts the grain boundaries, and the metal feels like it has lost its structure because the grains inside the metal slip with respect to each other. The heat is transferred away from the grain boundaries by normal conduction, and eventually the "freezing" point of the metal is reached and the metal becomes hard again. "</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Spoon bending is frequently taught in conjunction with remote viewing classes because it involves the relationship of the human mind to the environment, and the power of mind over matter.&nbsp; It is an astonishingly powerful way to convince even devout materialists and skeptics that something novel is going on that displaces our traditional notions of physics and&nbsp;consciousness...</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-31081154545356966422017-10-04T07:37:00.000-07:002017-10-04T07:37:00.354-07:00The Strange Near Misses with Mass Murders<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGnU62ndIZo/WdTgT6PIkII/AAAAAAAAA7U/m9QCaLJewwUuxfxcbux1eoKrk-EjX4lfQCLcBGAs/s1600/hungerford_1920x1080_map2_v2_ani4-mr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="1400" height="179" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VGnU62ndIZo/WdTgT6PIkII/AAAAAAAAA7U/m9QCaLJewwUuxfxcbux1eoKrk-EjX4lfQCLcBGAs/s320/hungerford_1920x1080_map2_v2_ani4-mr.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQ5Im0wPQ0/WdTgdFuRrQI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/du0kzUFUhaIQZ4azkuHPFRjvmAHbqEizgCLcBGAs/s1600/Hungerford-Massacre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1200" height="168" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQ5Im0wPQ0/WdTgdFuRrQI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/du0kzUFUhaIQZ4azkuHPFRjvmAHbqEizgCLcBGAs/s320/Hungerford-Massacre.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About ten days ago, I sent an email to a friend of mine who is a British psychic detective, and told him I was about to leave for Paris for a week.&nbsp; He (and everyone else I spoke with) told me to be careful.&nbsp; Paris isn't what it used to be, he noted, what with all the terrorist activity these days.&nbsp; Yes, I am always careful, I said.&nbsp; Besides, I have noticed a sort of weird pattern in my life.&nbsp; I seem to frequently miss being in the exact spot where mass murders occur by a few minutes, hours or days.&nbsp; This has happened to me on many occasions, to the point where it seems to have developed its own delicate - yes, possibly coincidental - pattern.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Back in 1987, I went to visit my father who was on sabbatical (he is a medical scientist) in a tiny "one-horse" town about an hour or two outside London called "Hungerford."&nbsp; It was a sweet town, with one Tudor-style pub on the only main street, and lots of thatched roof cottages dotting the surrounding bucolic countryside.&nbsp; My ex-husband and I stayed the day, and then drove to the airport to catch a plane to up to Scotland.&nbsp; The next morning we got a call from a lawyer friend of ours in the U.S.&nbsp; He asked if we were okay.&nbsp; We laughed and said, "Of course we are!"&nbsp; He said, "Thank God!"&nbsp; "Why do you ask?"&nbsp;We were confused by his anxiety.&nbsp; "Haven't you heard?" he asked.&nbsp; "No!"&nbsp; "Well, I heard on the news that Hungerford was the site of <span style="color: red;">Britain's first mass murder by a gunman</span>.&nbsp; Fourteen people were killed!"&nbsp; Long story short, we realized in retrospect, when we saw how the gunman had carefully gone through the entire town killing a total of 14 people at random (e.g. the gas station attendant, people on the street, etc.), that we had missed being in the exact spot where he had killed several pedestrians only minutes after we left the vicinity.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The story was worldwide news.&nbsp; At that time, gun crime in Britain were unheard of and the British bobbies (policemen) only carried sticks, not guns.&nbsp; It was a shocking crime that changed the course of history in Britain.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fast forward to 2007, I decided to take a rare extended 2-week vacation with my (current) husband and two children around England and Wales.&nbsp; We stayed in London for a day, then drove up toward north toward Cambridge so I could show the kids where I grew up as a teenager.&nbsp; As soon as we left town, we heard that three devastating synchronized Islamic terrorist bombs had been detonated in the London Underground train stations.&nbsp; Fifty-two people were killed and 700 injured in <span style="color: red;">Britain's deadliest incident since the 1988 bombing of the Pan Am flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland</span>.&nbsp; The attacks became known as "7/7."&nbsp; Of course, I breathed a secret sigh of relief that we had had the luck to exit London on that day.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We traveled around for the next two weeks, visiting castles, universities and crop circles, and finally returned to London in order to catch our flight back the next day to the United States.&nbsp; As we drove through the city, I noticed something strange about the "Tube" stations.&nbsp; They had been cordoned off with police barriers and there were people milling around everywhere.&nbsp; I learned later that the London had just been subjected to the July 21, 2005 terrorist attacks - four new synchronized bomb explosions in the Underground and one on a bus at around noon.&nbsp; Fortunately, the bombs were not as powerful, no one was hurt, and the suspected terrorists were arrested soon thereafter.&nbsp; But, to my point, we seemed to graze lightly past this double brush with mass murders in England.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Again, fast forward to July, 2016.&nbsp; Our next family trip was in France, this time.&nbsp; We flew to Paris, took a leisurely drive to a family wedding in the western part of France, drove to the southern coast, took a boat trip around Corsica, returned to southern France, and drove to Nice, where we had originally been scheduled to fly back to the United States on July 15.&nbsp; However, before we left, I had a bad feeling about the flight.&nbsp; We changed it to July 12.&nbsp; Again, we seem to have brushed against a weird synchronicity.&nbsp; On July 14, 2016, a 19-ton cargo truck driven by a terrorist plowed road barricades and into the crowds of more than 30,000 people celebrating Bastille Day along the famous Promenade des Anglais along the famous waterfront of Nice.&nbsp; Eighty-six people were killed and 458 were wounded in this truck attack.&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="color: red;">It was one of the worst terror attacks ever in France</span>.&nbsp; Thank God we did not stay in Nice for those couple of extra days where, in all likelihood, we too would have been celebrating Bastille Day with the others on that boulevard.&nbsp; Again, it felt uncomfortably like another close shave with death and mass murder.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Fast forward to the present, I told my British psychic detective friend these stories in my email before leaving for Paris.&nbsp; I planned to return home for one week before flying out again to Las Vegas, Nevada, for the next three weeks.&nbsp; Thankfully, Paris was uneventful in terms of terrorism during my stay.&nbsp; However, during my flight back to the United States, on October 2, 2017, I learned that Las Vegas had just become - on that day -&nbsp;the site of the <span style="color: red;">worst mass shooting in modern United States history!&nbsp;</span> As of today, October 4, 2017, there are 59 dead and 527 wounded.&nbsp; The shootings were committed by a man from his room at the Mandalay Bay Hotel from the 32nd floor as he shot unsuspected concert-goers at an outdoor&nbsp;country western music festival below.&nbsp; This time, it seems the unprecedented historic mass murder occurred just before my visit.&nbsp; Although I did not have plans to stay at the Mandalay Bay Hotel, which I know well, I too have planned to stay on the famous Las Vegas Strip.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">As a psychic detective, I tend to look at life differently from most people.&nbsp; I look for patterns in things that appear inconsequential or merely random to others.&nbsp; It is in these delicate, partially-formed patterns that new information about ourselves and our world emerges.&nbsp; My continuous brush with these historic events may be mere coincidence, but its recurrence over time begins to feel like something else is happening...</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-39303710150269722962017-09-03T20:59:00.001-07:002017-09-04T10:27:43.099-07:00Triangular Marks and Aliens - Am I a Human Crop Circle?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sk45DEiGfqY/Way6eFX_cFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/diiqfjXRmQgfUcPWuUQLSrXppv9qoJvmQCLcBGAs/s1600/february-march%2B2015%2B005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sk45DEiGfqY/Way6eFX_cFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/diiqfjXRmQgfUcPWuUQLSrXppv9qoJvmQCLcBGAs/s320/february-march%2B2015%2B005.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Equilateral triangle mark on hand 2015 (Photo A)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />﻿﻿﻿<br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn7dm8gUAm0/Way6KELfR-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/8jDc4dW_KcsklUuniyTZU6StRRjlplwAwCLcBGAs/s1600/will%2Bgoes%2Bto%2Bcollege%2Baugust%2B2017%2B001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn7dm8gUAm0/Way6KELfR-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/8jDc4dW_KcsklUuniyTZU6StRRjlplwAwCLcBGAs/s320/will%2Bgoes%2Bto%2Bcollege%2Baugust%2B2017%2B001.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Equilateral triangle mark&nbsp; on ankle 2017 (Photo B)</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkdlpfC3bmg/Way6WWW5J6I/AAAAAAAAA6E/AYXyMpuiFt0CLT4g8X9V_B0l5OzO7LvOACLcBGAs/s1600/will%2Bgoes%2Bto%2Bcollege%2Baugust%2B2017%2B005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkdlpfC3bmg/Way6WWW5J6I/AAAAAAAAA6E/AYXyMpuiFt0CLT4g8X9V_B0l5OzO7LvOACLcBGAs/s320/will%2Bgoes%2Bto%2Bcollege%2Baugust%2B2017%2B005.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Equilateral triangle mark on thigh 2017 (Photo C)</td></tr></tbody></table><br />﻿﻿﻿﻿<br />﻿﻿<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ib-gnarkLtk/Way59uWfPkI/AAAAAAAAA58/ysrLtaCJGeUHQ4MW_QerRIeQW_GU65LwgCLcBGAs/s1600/End%2Bof%2BAugust%2BEmpty%2BNest%2B2017%2B010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ib-gnarkLtk/Way59uWfPkI/AAAAAAAAA58/ysrLtaCJGeUHQ4MW_QerRIeQW_GU65LwgCLcBGAs/s320/End%2Bof%2BAugust%2BEmpty%2BNest%2B2017%2B010.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eye-shaped mark on forearm 2017 (Photo D)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">﻿﻿﻿﻿</div><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">In UFO lore, I have been aware of discussions about certain body marking associated with alien contact and abductions.&nbsp; Among these are triangle and diamond shapes, strange bruise marks (often in the shape of three fingers which are assumed to be the result of holding a person down by force), puncture wounds (I have even see these inside the mouth as well as all over the body), the famous "scoop" marks which result in a slight half-moon type of indentation as if a tissue sample had been taken, and so on.&nbsp; One of the more common markings is an equilateral triangle shape made of three points or possible puncture points.&nbsp; I have seen many of these online, and ufologist Richard Dolan has been quoted as saying these types of triangular marks are commonly reported by abductees and contactees.&nbsp; I have seen many posted online and they look extremely similar to mine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I recently began to notice some strange marks on my body over the last few years and have been searching for answers.&nbsp; As far as I know, I have never been abducted, nor do I have any strange implants anywhere in my body.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In 2011,&nbsp;my daughter and I walked out of a local movie theatre at about midnight and witnessed a football field-sized "mothership" shaped like a giant boomerang.&nbsp; Thereafter, for about a year, we experienced frequent interruptions of our phone calls by strange electronic voices and noises.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In October, 2015, I published my first book on ufology entitled "How to Talk to an Alien" and have lectured frequently on the topic since then.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">In November, 2015, I woke up with a tiny equilateral triangle made of three reddish dots on my left hand in between my index and middle fingers (see Photo A).&nbsp; I thought it was odd and had never had a mark like that before.&nbsp; The length of the sides was about 1/8 of an inch.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In 2017, around late April or early May, I found a strange equilateral triangle above my left knee made of three round dots&nbsp; (Photo B).&nbsp; I didn't think much about it.&nbsp; I took a photo of what was left of the markings in August.&nbsp; The length of the sides was about 3/8 of an inch.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In August, 2017, I found another slightly smaller equilateral triangle on left ankle.&nbsp;(Photo C).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Naturally I started looking for some - hopefully ordinary - explanations.&nbsp; I thought perhaps they might be spider bites.&nbsp; Yes, here in New Jersey, we get some fairly ordinary spiders in the house in the summertime.&nbsp; That would not explain the marks in November or April/May.&nbsp; I do have two cats, one of which goes outside.&nbsp; I thought it might be possible he carried in some spiders or insects with weird biting habits on his fur.&nbsp; However, he is medicated against fleas, ticks and other insects.&nbsp; Besides, I thought spiders only had two parallel fangs.&nbsp; A triangle (of all different sizes) just didn't make sense.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Then I read online that bedbugs can cause bites in the shape of triangles.&nbsp; I studied them online and they mostly didn't look like my bites.&nbsp; Bedbug bites seems to be more profuse, like red, bumpy rashes, and the bites were sloppy-looking, surrounded by rings or redness, pus or swelling, or little punctures in the centers of the bumps and not in separate perfect equilateral triangles - unlike my dots.&nbsp; I do not have any of the classic signs of bedbug infestation in my bed.&nbsp;&nbsp;Generally speaking, when bitten by any type of bug, I tend to have severe allergic reactions. They tend to be itchy, swollen, white at the centers, with red rings.&nbsp; Obviously my triangular markings have none of these symptoms.&nbsp; They do not itch and look rather "clean"&nbsp;- rather like&nbsp;three-prong points of a needle.&nbsp;It also seems unlikely that my dots are due to bedbug infestation because I've experienced these triangles for over two years and bedbug populations multiply at a rate of&nbsp;400 per day, so after two years of unchecked population growth, I would likely be covered in bites all over my body by now!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Ej_5-G6mc/Wa2DfMxcH4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/45OP9KTaQDM7xgyMhDT-POItJBe4Q4LWACLcBGAs/s1600/Bed%2Bbug%2Bbit%2Bpicture%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>&nbsp;</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1I5dR-mYb1U/Wa2Dkr4pIvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5wXJvCYhnIoil-FGaUCxb8o3FjSgjaNbwCLcBGAs/s1600/green%2Bheat%2Bbed-bug-bites-pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="1280" height="95" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1I5dR-mYb1U/Wa2Dkr4pIvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/5wXJvCYhnIoil-FGaUCxb8o3FjSgjaNbwCLcBGAs/s320/green%2Bheat%2Bbed-bug-bites-pictures.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Photos from a Canadian bedbug exterminator company called Green Heat)</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I decided to write this blog about these strange marks last week on August 30.&nbsp; The next morning I woke up with the strangest mark of all - it looks like an eye imprinted onto my right forearm.&nbsp; It lasted for about an hour and a half.&nbsp; Normally, little creases in the skin from lying on sheets or pillows only last for about five or ten minutes.&nbsp; I looked everywhere for what could have made this strange mark.&nbsp; There was nothing about my bedding or pajamas (short-sleeved and no buttons) that could have made such a mark.&nbsp; Further, the round shape could not have been made by a button because it is not imprinted or depressed.&nbsp; It would have to have been created by something like a flip-top of a soda can pushed into my skin.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br />﻿<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLplMent7is/Wa2D_1AQLKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-ngtQS8NzIUQ3aHkH7C_gef1ykHNvoebACLcBGAs/s1600/triangle%2Bdots%2Bfrom%2Bbabycenter.com%2B%2B%2BJe26uADc7mew05XUlDI8XCzI3q5ZXlJA_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="638" height="140" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLplMent7is/Wa2D_1AQLKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-ngtQS8NzIUQ3aHkH7C_gef1ykHNvoebACLcBGAs/s200/triangle%2Bdots%2Bfrom%2Bbabycenter.com%2B%2B%2BJe26uADc7mew05XUlDI8XCzI3q5ZXlJA_lg.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo of markings left on a man who claimed to have experienced many alien abductions. See <a href="https://community.babycenter.com/post/a36461743/3_dot_triangle_markbite">https://community.babycenter.com/post/a36461743/3_dot_triangle_markbite</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">My next thought was to revert to alien markings.&nbsp; I began to wonder if perhaps the "eye" mark on my arm was created by some alien force using me as some kind of human canvas like a human crop circle to create an image with a message.&nbsp; Perhaps that message, coming on the heels of my decision to write this blog, was "We're watching you.&nbsp; We're watching what you write about this phenomenon."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Here's the kicker - I had to rewrite this entire blog again because the first one mysteriously erased itself....&nbsp;&nbsp;Never happened before in my 9 years of blog writing.</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-74186438132846248612017-08-15T07:58:00.002-07:002017-08-15T07:58:20.290-07:00The Intersecting Lines of Palmistry and Medicine<br />﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JsgEMSswIs/WZMI4NuhNgI/AAAAAAAAA3g/yuHJn_EsnvIdj2hHcLHloZobvOVtBePLgCLcBGAs/s1600/Will%2BFirefighter%2BAugust%2B2017%2B261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JsgEMSswIs/WZMI4NuhNgI/AAAAAAAAA3g/yuHJn_EsnvIdj2hHcLHloZobvOVtBePLgCLcBGAs/s320/Will%2BFirefighter%2BAugust%2B2017%2B261.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>My left palm</em></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3SWjzXCRq0/WZMIpsdWt8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/T8RmcJQ1ew0_-GCLgdmKa-oQp-0bhbSOwCLcBGAs/s1600/Will%2BFirefighter%2BAugust%2B2017%2B260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3SWjzXCRq0/WZMIpsdWt8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/T8RmcJQ1ew0_-GCLgdmKa-oQp-0bhbSOwCLcBGAs/s320/Will%2BFirefighter%2BAugust%2B2017%2B260.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>My right palm</em></strong></td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unlike most other psychics, I have never been very interested in the "tools of the trade."&nbsp; I have never really examined closely the various psychic "systems" that are often used to predict the future or past, such as palm reading, tarot cards, runes, dowsing, tea reading, pendulums, numerology and astrology.&nbsp; While these have mostly been relegated to the realm of fortune tellers, I do not doubt that they have real aspects.&nbsp; However, in my own experience, I have found that my best "tool" is my own psyche and body.&nbsp; As I have taught my students in my psychic development classes for many years, any of these other methods are simply like fire-starter tools to get the campfire started faster than it might otherwise.&nbsp; These are merely tools to spark the psychic fires of the mind.&nbsp;&nbsp;I simply by-pass these "tools" in my process.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Recently, a client posed a question about the meaning of the lines in the palms of their hand.&nbsp; Since this seemed to be a question of palmistry, I consulted (for the first real time) a number of palmistry texts to find an appropriate answer.&nbsp; While researching this, I decided to try and find an answer to a question I have had my entire life about the lines in my own hands.&nbsp; On my left hand, I have what appear to be the very common and traditional three major lines.&nbsp; They are identified in palmistry as the "Life Line" (wrapping around the base of the thumb), the "Head Line" running horizontally across the center of the palm, and the "Heart Line" running horizontally closest to the base of most of the fingers.&nbsp; However, on my right hand, I only have two lines - the Life Line and a very strong Head Line.&nbsp; The Heart Line is absent.&nbsp; Ever since I was a child, I always thought it was a bit odd.&nbsp; None of my other friends had this discrepancy of three lines in one hand and only two in the other.&nbsp; What did it mean?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I finally found my answer - in palmistry of all places!&nbsp; No, it doesn't mean that I am heartless!&nbsp; It means my Head and Heart Lines are merged in a rare condition called a "Simian Crease" (a term now considered a it perjorative because it references the simple hand crease found in monkeys and apes) otherwise known by its more technical name "Single Transverse Palmar Crease."&nbsp; It can be found on one or both hands and is often genetic.&nbsp; In palmistry language, the Simian Crease means the Heart and Head lines have merged and become indistinguishable.&nbsp; People with this crease have merged their emotions and their intellectual aspects as one.&nbsp; For me, this is especially true.&nbsp; I would take it a step further and suggest that my right and left brain functions are also heavily merged and operate in synch.&nbsp; It is the basis of my moniker "The Skeptical Psychic."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Even more interestingly, this two-line Simian Crease in the palm of my right hand has very definite medical and genetic connotations.&nbsp; First of all, it is quite rare.&nbsp; Depending upon what sources you read, it only occurs in 1.5 to 4 percent of the population.&nbsp; Men are more than twice as likely than women to have the Simian Crease.&nbsp; It occurs mostly among Asian and Native American peoples.&nbsp; Roughly half of all people with Down Syndrome have this crease.&nbsp; Furthermore, the crease often associated with any number of abnormal medical conditions affecting the normal growth or function of the chromosomes.&nbsp; These include: 1) fetal alcohol syndrome, Down Syndrome (chromosome 21), Cri du Chat Syndrome (chromosome 5), Klinefelter Syndrome, Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome, Noonan Syndrome (chromosome 12), Patau Syndrome (chromosome 13), Edwards syndrome (chromosome 18), Aarskog-Scott Syndrome (X-lined recessive), Leukocyte Adhesion Deficiency-2 (autosomal recessive disorder), Nevoid Basal Cell Carcinoma Syndrome and Robinow Syndrome (chromosome 9 mutation).&nbsp; I looked up these medical conditions and most result in severe learning disabilities and heart deformities among other things.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Speaking as a female, without a drop of Asian or Native American blood, without any history of chromosomal disease, learning disability&nbsp;or heart deformities, this makes me fairly unusual.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then I read&nbsp;the Simian crease is also linked to a number of psychological conditions.&nbsp; These include: delinquent behavior (a higher than average number of criminals in prison populations have this crease at a rate of nearly 3 times greater!), hyperactivity, neuroticism and schizophrenia.&nbsp; No, I have never spent any time in prison or been accused of criminal wrongdoing!&nbsp; The closest I ever got was when, as an attorney, I represented criminals briefly while doing criminal defense work early on in my career!&nbsp; The only thing I might ever be accused of might be a bit of neuroticism... nothing unusual!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I returned to the books of palmistry and discovered my only identifiable reality.&nbsp; I read the Simian crease is considered a "gift marker" - of a special gift - that of "intensity of focus" (with its "shadow side" of feeling misunderstood).&nbsp; Since I cannot seem to find any other common or logical reason why I have this Simian Crease, this rationale seems to be the most accurate of all.&nbsp; I am intensely focused as a human being.&nbsp; And, yes,&nbsp;I often feel misunderstood.&nbsp; I guess palmistry works!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-52120083900175562312017-07-03T18:51:00.001-07:002017-07-03T18:51:21.164-07:00What Happens When Bio-Electricity Interferes With Technology?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ3wwzUL6j8/WVrpeMnMNVI/AAAAAAAAA24/Y0FGfMFcG1oURHCuLoxtRJHyNzg1HpDOQCLcBGAs/s1600/electricity.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ3wwzUL6j8/WVrpeMnMNVI/AAAAAAAAA24/Y0FGfMFcG1oURHCuLoxtRJHyNzg1HpDOQCLcBGAs/s1600/electricity.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtpTuQio_ew/WVrpkPgIIZI/AAAAAAAAA28/CzJ67xJQowY3WTvz09csCD7bNm1tMImGACLcBGAs/s1600/electricity%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="311" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtpTuQio_ew/WVrpkPgIIZI/AAAAAAAAA28/CzJ67xJQowY3WTvz09csCD7bNm1tMImGACLcBGAs/s1600/electricity%2B2.png" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In recent days I seem to be transforming into one of those people who suffers from strange electronic events.&nbsp; Inexplicable electronic interruptions of my various technology have reached new heights of strangeness.&nbsp; I have watched these electronic malfunctions occur with increasing frequency over the last few years - I was never one of those people who claimed to not be able to touch a light bulb or a telephone without breaking it - and I am beginning to see correlations I cannot totally explain.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two days ago, the day got off to an unusual start when I received a text directed to me and nine other individuals (including my husband, son, daughter, my husband's brother in France,&nbsp;and several other friends in the U.S. and California who don't know each other, plus one unidentified person).&nbsp; My husband had texted "Liked an image" but there was no image to be found.&nbsp; Furthermore, he denied ever seeing or reading this text mail.&nbsp; Everyone was uniformly confused.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, a bit later in the morning, my cell phone decided to start making calls all by itself!&nbsp; My cell phone called a friend of mine in New Jersey and then my daughter in New York.&nbsp; I was not near the phone at the time it decided to dial them.&nbsp; They were as confused as I was.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">A bit later, I did a reading for a client via my landline.&nbsp; As we were discussing an issue involving my client's attorney, a woman's voice suddenly broke in to our line.&nbsp; I was surprised but figured perhaps there was a woman somewhere else in his house who had accidentally picked up the phone.&nbsp; She seemed to be talking to someone else.&nbsp; It was like the old days when a third party could occasionally be heard talking when the phone lines got crossed.&nbsp; That hasn't happened to me in about 40 years.&nbsp; Anyway, my client suddenly recognized her voice and identified her as the paralegal from his attorney's office.&nbsp; She asked why he had called her.&nbsp; He said he had not called her because he was, in fact, on another phone call (with me)!&nbsp; All three of us were very confused.&nbsp; My client later explained to me that it would have been impossible for him to have called her since he hadn't touched his phone and didn't have a clue how to make a conference call.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">My cell phone which is programmed to ring with the volume (on high) receives calls from people without ringing at all.&nbsp; Occasionally my calls to other people does not result in their phones ringing either.&nbsp;&nbsp;Why?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">My computer, iphone and ipad then seemed to go on strike.&nbsp; All three refused to let me get onto my regular websites or look at my emails for no obvious reason.&nbsp; The service seemed not just sluggish, like bad internet connection, but sporadic and irrational.&nbsp; I could get online only after repeated attempts. I was very frustrated because I couldn't do my work.&nbsp; Even as I write this now, my computer strangely reverts to previous fonts without any rhyme or reason and error messages continue to pop up.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That afternoon, my son was about to go out after having washed his shoulder-length hair without drying it.&nbsp; I offered, for the first time, to blow dry his hair.&nbsp; We went to my bathroom and I started drying his hair with my blow dryer.&nbsp; Within minutes, the hair dryer blew out the entire breaker circuit in the bathroom and upstairs hallways.&nbsp; This was strange because I have much longer, thicker hair and have blown my hair dry with this hair dryer in this bathroom for many years with absolutely no problem.&nbsp; We reset the breaker, tried it again, and the dryer blew the circuit again.&nbsp; It seemed like everything electrical I touched - physically - was refusing to cooperate.&nbsp; It has worked just fine since then - so it doesn't seem to have been a problem with the dryer or the circuit!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Later, when I turned on a ceiling light in a hallway in a different part of the house (on a different breaker), the light bulb blew out.&nbsp; Coincidence?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">For several years I have noticed a very loud "cracking" noise in my bedroom at night.&nbsp; At first it came from my desktop computer.&nbsp; I thought it must be heat related - perhaps too much sunlight on the monitor or trapped heat in the computer components.&nbsp; However, a couple of years ago, my husband installed a flat screen TV in the room.&nbsp; Almost immediately the cracking noise ceased to come from the computer and started coming from the new TV.&nbsp; Again, I tried to rationalize the noise.&nbsp; However, the strange thing is that the noise has gotten louder and louder to the point that it actually wakes me up several times every night.&nbsp;It is unrelated to the temperature in the room or the length of time the TV has been on or off.&nbsp; I have begun to believe this "cracking" noise is the sound of either spirits or other entities breaking the "veil" to communicate with me.&nbsp; There are many times when I telepathically ask questions and ask for answers in the form of "one crack means yes"&nbsp;and "two cracks means no" and seem to receive "answers."&nbsp; Not definitive yet - just a lurking possibility.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Yes, I have also noticed a tendency of street lights to go on or off just as I drive&nbsp;underneath them.&nbsp; I know this is a common experience for many UFO experiencers.&nbsp; While this seems to happen with relative frequency to me (as opposed to others I&nbsp;have asked), I am not yet convinced this is a real phenomenon.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While these all seem to be strange and unrelated events, I am no longer so sure... I believe my bioenergy has begun to synch to some degree with other electrical "events" and may be causing some of these weird malfunctions.&nbsp; Perhaps it is an indication of a "gathering" of energy within our increasingly intrusive and ubiquitous electromagnetic fields in our everyday environment.&nbsp; Perhaps my psychic or UFO work has initiated this electrical increase.&nbsp; But the bottom line is that I am concerned that soon I won't be able to handle any electrical items without blowing them out!&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyone else have a similar issue?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-30799888424852431802017-06-22T13:26:00.000-07:002017-06-22T13:26:33.906-07:00Tapping Into an Alien Mind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRQSll9pIQ0/WUwiVY5Q-CI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ogFtGJEMCTwxsPEayeuuKrnU51SmW6HLgCLcBGAs/s1600/alien%2Bimage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="299" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRQSll9pIQ0/WUwiVY5Q-CI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ogFtGJEMCTwxsPEayeuuKrnU51SmW6HLgCLcBGAs/s1600/alien%2Bimage.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have lectured&nbsp;and written extensively on the topic of alien communication.&nbsp; In addition to research on the ways in which aliens communicate (telepathically, verbally, linguistically, and written), depending upon the species of alien, I have had my own personal experiences.&nbsp; I have written about this in my book "How to Talk to an Alien" (2015).</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I speak with many people who have their own personal experiences or knowledge of alien interactions.&nbsp; I have often offered certain types of guidance or psychic interpretations of various types of communications to people who are often left confused and bewildered by their own memories or channeled speech or writing of alien-sounding languages.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Anyone who has experience or knowledge in this area knows that aliens are best known for communicating with us telepathically.&nbsp; They are also, apparently, quite able to read our minds and control our states of consciousness.&nbsp; Many contactees are often left with a sense of being helpless at best or a victim at worst.&nbsp; During contact or abduction experiences many people explain that the ETs are able to implant thoughts in their brains and also to extract thoughts - as a kind of one-sided communication.&nbsp; Humans are often left feeling like they are an open book.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I have taken part in several CE-5 groups, as well as privately with friends, where we have been able to successfully "call in" or "contact" UFOs in the night skies.&nbsp; The UFOs generally manifest themselves by "communicating" back to us in the form of seemingly "impossible" manoeuvers with the craft (e.g. rapid figure eights or right turns at phenomenal speeds) or flashes of extraordinarily bright and huge bursts of light.&nbsp; But who are we really kidding here?&nbsp; Did we "call them in" or were they waiting for us already having implanted certain ideas or scenarios in our heads?&nbsp; Did we really "communicate" anything at all other than "Hey there, if you're out there, could you give us a sign of your presence?" - similar to the ubiquitous calls of paranormal investigators seeking to make contact with intelligent ghosts! </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">It did not occur to me until recently during a psychic reading I gave for a client that it would even be possible for the human mind to "tap into" the mind of an alien.&nbsp; It always seems to operate in the reverse way.&nbsp; However, my client, an abductee, requested that I offer psychic confirmation of certain alien communications stemming from my client's alien abduction.&nbsp; The strange thing was that when I psychically "located" the event, I found myself viewing it, not from the client's point of view, but from the aliens' vantage point!&nbsp; Not only was I viewing my client's old residence from the skies, but I described it very accurately.&nbsp; I was able to describe the characteristics and number of aliens involved, the manner in which the client was transferred to the craft, and also an accurate description of some of the alien technology shown to the client during this UFO experience!&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">My immediate disclaimer is that I do not recall ever having had any abduction or contact experience in my life.&nbsp; I have never manifested any "classic" signs of an abduction like a physical implant, peculiar imprints or rapid healing of scars, symptoms of radiation sickness, etc.&nbsp; Yes, I have read accounts of such things and have spoken with people who have experienced them.&nbsp; But other than my UFO sightings and some odd telephonic communications, I would have no way to have "guessed" the facts I gave in the reading.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">What it suggests to me - a flash of insight - is that we humans have the ability to literally tap into the minds of ETs!&nbsp; It is not simply a "one-sided" type of game of telepathy or clairvoyance.&nbsp; If we can do this, then we can learn even more about their origins, behaviors, and thoughts.&nbsp; What a concept!</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-15261111181388802492017-04-24T10:32:00.003-07:002017-04-24T13:12:58.775-07:00A Triptych Dream About Ingo Swann<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iW6h_EzFRng/WP4lzqnrX6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/YSdIy5YiFqsF9RN0YU1_NmySDaKa_JcwACLcB/s1600/civil-war-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iW6h_EzFRng/WP4lzqnrX6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/YSdIy5YiFqsF9RN0YU1_NmySDaKa_JcwACLcB/s400/civil-war-600.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>A Civil War battlefield leg amputation</em></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">This past weekend, I went on a paranormal investigation in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, with a group affiliated with the internet radio show The Paranormal View.&nbsp; We investigated the haunted Fairfield Inn (where I had stayed roughly eight years ago and dealt with three historical ghosts in my bedroom that I later verified through research).&nbsp; The inn is one of the most haunted locations I know.&nbsp; However, there were roughly 20 people on this investigation.&nbsp;I&nbsp;have difficulty tuning into the spirits of the dead when I am bombarded with the psychic energies of the living.&nbsp; I haven't reviewed my electronic recordings and photos yet, but my sense was that the spirits were keeping their distance from such a large crowd of living humans!&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The inn was full that night&nbsp;- all the other investigators were staying there - so my daughter (who accompanied me on this trip) and I stayed at a nearby farm.&nbsp;&nbsp;It&nbsp;had also served as a battlefield hospital during the Civil War.&nbsp; The farm was&nbsp;located on the road used by the Confederate soldiers on their long march out of Gettysburg toward the end of the war.&nbsp; We chose to sleep in the allegedly most haunted room in the farmhouse.&nbsp; It was the room where the doctors had conducted their "treatments" of wounded soldiers.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Given the state of medicine at the time, and the fact that most of the bullet wounds suffered by the soldiers were devastating due to the enormous grape-sized bullets used in their muskets, most of these treatments consisted of amputations of legs and arms.&nbsp; I have visited many such homes that were converted into temporary Civil War hospitals and most are haunted.&nbsp; It was reported that many such hospitals had piles of amputated limbs that were stacked so high they reached the second floor windows!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">After two days of long investigations into the night at the Fairfield Inn, I just wasn't in the mood to be dealing with more ghosts in my bedroom at the farm.&nbsp; I tried to tune out all thoughts of spirits to avoid inviting them into my space.&nbsp; I tried to make sure the loud clanging in the room at 4 AM was just old pipes in a hot water heating system.&nbsp; I checked to make sure the little footsteps in the room at 3 AM was just one of the owner's seven cats coming to pay us a visit.&nbsp; I tried to dismiss the fact that the lamp had abruptly turned off by itself while my daughter and I were talking earlier in the evening.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVXeelu9xC8/WP4zQelBeHI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8Ixp6yQCLWwHvji240o0JGgqisMXV146wCLcB/s1600/April%2B2017%2Biphone%2Bphotos%2B128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVXeelu9xC8/WP4zQelBeHI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8Ixp6yQCLWwHvji240o0JGgqisMXV146wCLcB/s400/April%2B2017%2Biphone%2Bphotos%2B128.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Ingo Swann's "Millenium" triptych painting displayed at the American Visionary Art Museum </em></strong><br /><strong><em>(&nbsp;</em></strong><strong><em>photo by Nancy du Tertre)</em></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">At any rate, I didn't sleep much and woke up frequently both nights just to double check the state of the room.&nbsp; The last night we were there I must have relaxed my guard a little bit.&nbsp; I had the most peculiar set of three related dreams - like&nbsp;a triptych painting.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In the first dream, I was strangely in charge of preparing Ingo Swann's corpse for burial.&nbsp; This included cutting his toenails.&nbsp; Ingo Swann, known as being the creator of Remote Viewing (psychic spy techniques) for the CIA, was one of my mentors.&nbsp; I knew him for about a decade and was very sad when he passed away in 2013.&nbsp; I woke up from this bizarre dream fragment wondering why I was dreaming about Ingo and why it was related to his corpse.&nbsp; I reasoned it must have been because I was sleeping in a room where, in all likelihood, many corpses were probably prepared for burial.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">However, when I went back to sleep, the dream continued - as if on cue - and this was certainly not voluntary or desired on my part.&nbsp; In the second dream, I was now attending Ingo's funeral service (which I did not attend in real life).&nbsp; I was now more of a consciousness, and less a physical person, like a fly on the wall, observing the people who attended his funeral, including some of his family members, like his sister and niece.&nbsp; I woke up again.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I couldn't understand why I was fixating on Ingo and his death.&nbsp; No obvious reason to me because I wasn't thinking about him at all.&nbsp; Granted, thoughts of him may have slipped into my subconscious mind due to&nbsp;some recent events.</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>True</u>, I recently was asked to write a foreword to a book and to include some stories about Ingo.&nbsp; As soon</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"> as I was asked&nbsp; by the author (in a private text on Facebook Messenger) to see if I would be willing to write the foreword, I received a friend request&nbsp;from none other than the deceased Ingo Swann (!).&nbsp; It was was obviously a fake profile.&nbsp; I am not an idiot. But the timing of its appearance shook me to my core.&nbsp; I have never mentioned Ingo to anyone on Facebook&nbsp;and this one time on Messenger was in a private text.&nbsp; Even&nbsp;more weirdly, the friend request disappeared off my&nbsp;chronology within the next hour.&nbsp; When I&nbsp;searched for this Ingo Swann profile in Facebook, it would not open.&nbsp; All other profiles opened without a problem.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></li><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>True</u>, I recently learned the film documentary about Ingo (for which I was interviewed about a year ago or so) is having a screening next month in May.&nbsp; While I was interviewed for this movie, the director's still camera, pointed at me,&nbsp;had taken a picture with a large flash by itself.&nbsp; No one was near the camera at the time...</span></li><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>True</u>, I recently went to the Baltimore American Visionary Art Museum and saw the rare display of many of Ingo's paintings, including the huge triptych painting (yes, I get the significance only now)&nbsp;which I had seen so many years ago in his studio in New York City.&nbsp; </span></li></ul><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">So I went back to sleep again.&nbsp; The dream continued into a third dream!&nbsp; It is the only time in my life that I can recall having a dream continue three times.&nbsp; Every once in a while, if awoken from a great dream, I have tried to will myself&nbsp;back into the same dream - without much luck.&nbsp; This time I had been wide awake in between each dream and had absolutely no desire or intention to continue the same dream - but it kept happening anyway.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In the third dream, I was now with his real estate agent and his sister and some other presumed family members (I have never met any of them).&nbsp; We were now in the bedroom of his house.&nbsp; It did not look at all like his real-life bedroom.&nbsp; People were haggling over the distribution of his various assets.&nbsp; His room was mostly empty and very stark - almost monastic.&nbsp; I remember his preference, in real-life, for unusual or second-hand furniture, plates and decorative objects.&nbsp; He wasn't fussy.&nbsp; He didn't care much for "stuff."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I have never had a dream that continued, like a movie, in three distinct parts.&nbsp; The "intermissions" were my waking moments.&nbsp; It was even more odd because I did not understand why I was dreaming about Ingo or his death.&nbsp; Perhaps, having attended this paranormal investigation, I had inadvertently tuned my psychic receptors in the direction of the dead.&nbsp; Perhaps this was Ingo making yet another appearance in my life...</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-60740720898934207612017-02-27T07:53:00.000-08:002017-02-27T07:53:32.736-08:00How I Entered My Husband's Erotic Dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdcSDxngElY/WLRCc84Q3VI/AAAAAAAAAzg/PGZ663Hh2T8UDozgyNcBzwEv12Y9dscyACLcB/s1600/imagesNIILDO59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdcSDxngElY/WLRCc84Q3VI/AAAAAAAAAzg/PGZ663Hh2T8UDozgyNcBzwEv12Y9dscyACLcB/s320/imagesNIILDO59.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dreams have fascinated us since the beginning of mankind.&nbsp; Some people remember them, and some don't.&nbsp; Some people dream in color, others don't. Some people can control the action or outcomes in their dreams, while others cannot.&nbsp; Some dreams predict the future or reveal hidden concepts, others clarify our emotional reality or psychological concerns.&nbsp; As for me, I have been a lucid dreamer since I was a young child and learned how to understand I was in a dream and could control the outcomes.&nbsp; I always dream in color.&nbsp; I have had many predictive dreams that later came true (usually they had nothing to do with me or my personal reality).&nbsp; I generally remember my dreams every night.&nbsp; The point is: I have a fair amount of control over my dream life.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">A couple of months ago, I experienced a highly unusual dream.&nbsp; I was able to enter my husband's dream!&nbsp; This is different from the more common experience of two people sharing the same dream - I actually entered his dream - it was not mine!&nbsp; Here is what happened:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">In my dream, I was located about 8 feet away from my husband, Patrick.&nbsp; He was either seated or kneeling in front of an Asian-looking woman with long black flowing hair who was seated or kneeling facing him.&nbsp; They were only about a foot apart, fully&nbsp;clothed,&nbsp;and staring lovingly into each others eyes.&nbsp; I believe Patrick had his right hand around her waist.&nbsp; I couldn't believe what I was seeing!&nbsp; I stared at Patrick's face, scrutinizing every detail, and the more I stared, his face began to appear younger and younger.&nbsp; He suddenly seemed to become aware of my presence in his intimate dream.&nbsp; He turned his head slowly in my direction and our eyes locked.&nbsp; After a couple of seconds of staring at each other, he turned his head away and then leaned in toward the Asian woman and was about to kiss her.&nbsp; I became outraged at his&nbsp;behavior&nbsp;but I was suddenly awoken out of my dream when the phone rang.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I went downstairs to get some coffee.&nbsp; Patrick was already pouring his coffee.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I said, "You know, I had the most unusual dream just now."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">He quickly said, "Yeah! So did I!" (This was highly unusual for him.&nbsp; He almost never remembers his dreams and always dreams in black and white).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"I dreamt you were with a woman!" I announced.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes!" he shouted. "I was with a woman in my dream too!&nbsp; She was Asian."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"I know," I said.&nbsp; "She had long black hair."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes!!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"But she wasn't exactly Asian," I said. "She looked sort of Polynesian or Middle Eastern."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Patrick looked at me with a stunned expression.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Well, come to think of it, you are absolutely right.&nbsp; She looked kind of Polynesian..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"You were sitting opposite her and you were about to kiss her!" I&nbsp;snapped.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes, we were sitting facing each other, and I had my arm around her, but I wasn't going to have sex with her!" he yelled defensively.&nbsp; "She was the one who was going to kiss me!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"No! You were going to kiss her, Patrick!&nbsp; I saw you pucker your lips."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Well, nothing happened because the phone rang and woke me up," he said.&nbsp; "And besides, there was another woman in my dream.&nbsp; I don't know who she was, but she was sitting not far from us and she was just staring at us.&nbsp; It was some blonde lady."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Are you kidding me?" I said, "That was me! I was staring at you both!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Oh my God," he said with a stunned look on his face, "You're right.&nbsp; That was you!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Suddenly, it dawned on both of us, that we had both been in his dream.&nbsp; The verifications were astounding - including the fact that the "action" had been halted at the exact same moment for both of us when the phone rang and woke both of us up.&nbsp; The only discrepancy that we could find between our two dreams was that in my dream, I was located to Patrick's left side, and in his dream, I was located to his right side.&nbsp; We both recalled the moment where our eyes locked and we stared briefly at each other.&nbsp; I have never entered another person's dream before.&nbsp; There were absolutely no reasons in our reality together that would have constituted a subliminal storyline in this dream.&nbsp; Patrick and I have been happily married for nearly 30 years without any incidents!&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Of course, I now tease him that he can never be unfaithful to me - even in his dreams!&nbsp; Clearly, he has been on his best behavior since then!!&nbsp; That is the problem when you are married to a psychic.</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-45170164253374233462017-02-01T12:56:00.001-08:002017-02-01T12:56:25.928-08:00The Hallucinatory Aspect of Our Times<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5B3dZX7g-fk/WJI59aPzkJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/LU5WBEaA7OU2etZ3Lu9aMrgkHsJvP0d8wCLcB/s1600/psychodelic.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5B3dZX7g-fk/WJI59aPzkJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/LU5WBEaA7OU2etZ3Lu9aMrgkHsJvP0d8wCLcB/s1600/psychodelic.png" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We live in a highly fragile state of&nbsp;planetary peace.&nbsp; The new American "shock-jock" President Donald Trump not only caught most of the world off-guard with his presidential win, but in a whirlwind of signing controversial executive orders within the first weeks of his presidency, has managed to incite what amounts to mass hysteria on a global level.&nbsp; Elected officials in governments around the world have started sounding the alarms about Trump's presidency.&nbsp; No one has a clear understanding of how he intends to diminish the NATO Alliance or rearrange global politics by slamming Chinese trade and cozying up to Russia.&nbsp;Everyone is universally confused and bewildered.&nbsp; There have been protest marches around the world, not just in America and not just by Democrats, against his new policies.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of Trump's most recent edicts, an order abruptly halting all immigration of refugees from seven predominantly Muslim Middle Eastern countries, has caused chaos&nbsp;in the airports and immigration departments.&nbsp; It also&nbsp;led to Trump firing the Acting Attorney General Sally Yates immediately after she publicly stated her belief that the executive order was unconstitutional and should not be defended by her Department of Justice lawyers in court.&nbsp; And the hits keep coming.&nbsp;&nbsp;Trump may have decided to ditch his own recently-selected national security advisor, Lieutenant General Michael Flynn, in favor of&nbsp;promoting Breitbart conservative news media mogul and White House strategist, Steve Bannon, to a spot on the National Security Council.&nbsp;&nbsp;It seems Trump's television persona on the show "The Apprentice" ("You're fired!") is surfacing as his true real life persona.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I am not generally inclined to get fired up by politics.&nbsp; I tend to stay out of it, since my childhood days of living in the ultra-liberal Democratic city of Boston during the Vietnam War protests (remember the famous bumper stickers: "Don't Blame Me I'm From Massachusetts") in one of the only Republican families, probably made me gun shy.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">The problem, as I see it, is related not only to Trump's policies, but primarily to his style.&nbsp; His personal style is abrasive, bombastic, confrontational and autocratic.&nbsp; From his years of being able to run his own companies according to his personal whims and wishes, firing and hiring at will, litigating anyone who dares to dispute him, he had developed an "in your face" style of leadership.&nbsp;&nbsp;I believe Trump's leadership style was actually very appealing to many American voters - particularly in contrast to what was often called the "feckless" and "ineffectual" leadership of Obama -&nbsp;because it seemed like finally we found a leader with some real testosterone.&nbsp; Testosterone translated into security and protection for us, as well as giving the average Joe a fighting chance to challenge Washington's inept, bickering and corrupt political system.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Trump has an ability, by making blustering outrageous statements and then to "double down" on them no matter how shocking, to push people into extremist positions.&nbsp; They feel they have no choice.&nbsp; Even mild-mannered, apolitical, middle-of-the-road&nbsp;folks are suddenly feeling compelled to react and take political sides.&nbsp; People who are normally polite and respectful, now feeling bullied and disrespected by Trump, are getting powered up and feel the need to fight back.&nbsp; In other words, Trump's style of delivery (forget about the actual policies) are eliciting mass hysteria.&nbsp; He does not evidence any intention to listen, be conversational, engage in dialogue with those who disagree with him, or - heaven forbid - change his mind after listening to the facts.&nbsp; This is not only his biggest problem, but it will create global chaos and - I am deeply concerned now - war... domestic and international.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">This past week I have received information from several sources and psychic colleagues, none of whom know each other, suggesting we are at what is perhaps the crossroads of a very imminent global catastrophe.&nbsp; The psychic visions of the future of our planet are truly horrifying.&nbsp;I have felt&nbsp;and seen them intuitively myself.&nbsp; I imagine most people feel it also.&nbsp; I have spent months trying to calm my clients, friends, colleagues and social media friends.&nbsp; It is terrifying and I am generally not a person to feel panicked.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">What can we do&nbsp;to&nbsp;defuse this future scenario?&nbsp; My suggestion is that we all: 1) calm each other down, 2) understand that style is different from content, 3) realize we don't need to react emotionally, and 4) give Trump's policies a chance.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">What </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">Trump fails to realize is that there is nothing more dangerous in the entire world than frightened people - and he is frightening masses of people around the globe and destabilizing our collective relationships.&nbsp; The most dangerous beast in the jungle is <strong>not</strong> the most powerful animal&nbsp;- it is the one who is most frightened.&nbsp; A frightened animal will kill everything around it for no reason at all.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-12064280455860772942016-12-01T08:52:00.000-08:002016-12-01T08:52:05.989-08:00The Spirit of a Murdered Girl at My Massage Parlor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mBw3hh-XTw/WDoSIQP4SpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/L6U2wNdTjSsQJgleHkn0REdeTQBlhm8EACLcB/s1600/x2KEOAjwDH-12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mBw3hh-XTw/WDoSIQP4SpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/L6U2wNdTjSsQJgleHkn0REdeTQBlhm8EACLcB/s1600/x2KEOAjwDH-12.png" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I discovered decades ago that I do some of my best psychic work while getting a massage.&nbsp; That's because I'm so relaxed that my thinking brain is turned off.&nbsp; It wasn't until the last few years that I discovered that the spirits of the deceased also seem to show up while I'm relaxing.&nbsp; The spirits often insist I deliver certain messages to my unsuspecting massage therapists (often from their relatives)&nbsp;while they are working on me.&nbsp; I frequently oblige the spirits and give the info, and the therapists react differently.&nbsp; Some are cool about it and others are shocked - one was so genuinely freaked out she actually made sure I could not be her client again!&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Anyway, for the last two and a half years or so, I have kept the same massage therapist at the same&nbsp;salon in a local New Jersey strip mall not far from home.&nbsp; She doesn't mind when I give her psychic or spiritual information.&nbsp; It's usually pretty accurate.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The salon is set up with a long hallway and seven rooms.&nbsp; We have&nbsp;always been in rooms # 2, 3, or 4&nbsp;(on both sides of the hallway near the front desk and waiting room).&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">About two months ago, my therapist told me&nbsp;some of the massage therapists had discreetly exchanged stories among themselves of seeing a dark shadow figure of&nbsp;a small child darting around the empty corners of Rooms #1 and 2.&nbsp; She herself had been alone in one of those rooms and heard something roll and drop off the counter even though she wasn't near it, and it spooked her.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Shadow figures weren't the only odd phenomenon at this massage salon.&nbsp; At the very end of the long, dark hallway, the last room at the end, Room #7, reserved for couples massage and physical therapy, often had such a peculiar horrific stench that rendered it completely unusable.&nbsp; No one seemed to know the source of the odor.&nbsp; The foul smell seemed to arise from in between the walls and floor, and invade the entire space, sometimes pouring over into Room #6.&nbsp; Then it would disappear just as mysteriously.&nbsp; Most of the massage therapists instinctively avoided the room.&nbsp; We walked down there together and I was able to catch a whiff of it.&nbsp; It had the sickening smell of death.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I knew the place was haunted.&nbsp;&nbsp;I suggested&nbsp;we&nbsp;do a paranormal investigation&nbsp;one night after it had closed if my massage therapist could get her manager's permission. She liked the idea and said she would ask.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">On Monday, November 21, 2016, I showed up for my massage and my therapist gave me the bad news.&nbsp; Her manager had denied permission to do an investigation.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Why?" I asked.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Because she doesn't want to stir&nbsp;up any paranormal activity," explained my therapist.&nbsp; "Besides, she says ghosts don't exist."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Huh?&nbsp; That didn't make any sense at all.&nbsp;I resigned myself to the fact that I would never&nbsp;be able to ever investigate this haunted massage salon.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">My therapist led me down the long hallway to our little massage room.&nbsp; For the first time in two and a half years, my massage was in Room #6.&nbsp; We had never been in there before.&nbsp; As I lay face down on the heated table with my eyes closed facing the back wall, for the first half hour of my 90 minute massage, we chatted about family and the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday.&nbsp; I began to get into the zone.&nbsp; Then I think my therapist mentioned that it was a good thing our room didn't smell bad because some of the therapists had smelled that stench from Room #7 and this time it had the smell of gasoline.&nbsp; Well, suddenly something dawned on me.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"You know," I said, "I&nbsp;was having a psychic moment. I 'heard' the word 'blaze' in my mind a couple of minutes ago.&nbsp;I thought it was intended for&nbsp;the client I'm doing a reading for later today, but now I think&nbsp;it was meant for the ghost who is here!'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"What do you mean?" asked my therapist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"I believe the spirit who is haunting this place died in a fire in the space next door where Room #7 is now.&nbsp; I think there was a 'blaze' - you know, like a big fire.&nbsp; Now, I'm thinking someone poured gasoline on it, which means it was set intentionally.&nbsp; And that means... this poor spirit was murdered!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Holy shit.&nbsp; As I pondered my own strange revelation, with my face buried in the massage head rest and my eyes closed, I&nbsp;suddenly began to smell that strange odor as if it were slowly leaking through the wall from Room #7.&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Hey!" I said.&nbsp; "Do you smell that?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"No.&nbsp; What?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Do you smell that nasty smell from next door?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"No, I don't smell it," said my therapist, who was standing&nbsp;at the end of the&nbsp;table working on massaging my feet.&nbsp; (Obviously, my feet don't smell either!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Well, I smell it.&nbsp; The spirit is in here right now!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">This was not the first time I had smelled a spirit.&nbsp; I had actually written about smelling a spirit in my book "Psychic Intuition."&nbsp; I explained the way you can tell the difference between a "real" smell and a "psychic" smell is by the way they travel.&nbsp; A psychic or spirit smell breaks all the&nbsp;rules of&nbsp;chemistry and physics regarding how odors appear, travel and dissipate.&nbsp; I explained&nbsp;that spirits manifest&nbsp;this way and need to be recognized by the living in order to move on.&nbsp; Sometimes they smell like sickeningly sweet rotten death.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I suddenly transitioned from massage client into&nbsp;full blown mediumship mode.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Speaking directly to the spirit, I said, "I know you are here with us.&nbsp; I want to talk to you and find out more about you.&nbsp; But for me to understand you better, I need you to do something for me.&nbsp;&nbsp;You see that light up on the wall?&nbsp; I want you to make it flicker when I ask you a question, but I only want you to make it flicker when you want to answer 'yes' to my question, okay?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Then&nbsp;my therapist suddenly dropped both my feet unceremoniously on the table, "Oh my God, the light just flickered!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">She could see the light from her vantage point, whereas I could not.&nbsp; The light had not flickered at all for the half hour or so that we had been in the room up to that point.&nbsp; In fact, for the next half hour during this interrogation, the light flickered immediately without any delay in response to my questions just as if we were having a conversation.&nbsp; My therapist would shout out whether the light had blinked&nbsp;since I couldn't see it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Uh, okay, let's see, are you a man?" I asked.&nbsp; (The light didn't blink).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Are you a woman?"&nbsp; (The light flickered immediately).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Were you killed in a fire?"&nbsp; (The light flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Did the fire happen right here?"&nbsp; (The light flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Was the fire an accident?"&nbsp; (The light did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"So, the fire was intentional?" (The light flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Did someone try to hurt you?" (The light flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Was it someone you knew?"&nbsp; (The light did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"So, someone you didn't know, hurt you here by lighting the place on fire with gasoline?" (The light flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Was it a man?" (The light flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Were there more than just one man?" (The light did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Was it in the basement of the building?" (The light did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Was it upstairs on the first floor or second floor or upstairs?" (The light did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I was momentarily stumped until my therapist wisely interjected that before the strip mall was built most of the property was probably still pasture land and fields.&nbsp; She suggested&nbsp;the fire may have actually taken place outside.&nbsp; I realized my mistake in assuming there had been a house on the property before the strip mall.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Based on another psychic hunch, I asked, "Was this fire in a barn?" (The light flickered).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Although one generally should avoid asking spirits&nbsp;about their own deaths since&nbsp;they are often unaware that they are dead, I decided to ask anyway.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Did you die here in this fire?" (The light flickered).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Now I felt deeply saddened.&nbsp; I paused for a few moments but then continued my questioning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"I'm going to ask you how old you are.&nbsp; But in order to get the answer, I will have to break it down into segments, so just flicker the lights when it applies to you, okay?" I said.&nbsp; "Are you 20 years old or younger?"&nbsp; (The lights flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Are you younger than 10 years old?" (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Are you 15 years old or younger?" (The lights flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Yikes.&nbsp; This poor girl was just a very young teenager, between 11 and 15 years old,&nbsp;when she was murdered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Does anyone know you are here?" (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Does your family or any of your friends know what happened to you?" (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Okay, now I need to know when this happened to you.&nbsp; This is a little complicated, but I'm going to start listing the name of each decade starting with the year 1900 and I want you to flicker the lights when we come to the decade when this happened to you, okay?&nbsp; You ready?&nbsp; So, 1900." (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"1910." (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"1920." (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"1930." (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"1940." (The lights did not flicker).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"1950." (The lights flickered.)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Okay, so it happened in the 1950's." (The lights flickered).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">My therapist said, "You know, we could check this out in the historical town documents to see if there was a fire here in the 1950's..."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">It was somewhere at about this point that I lost it emotionally.&nbsp; I was gripped with goosebumps and chills with the realization that I was talking directly to the spirit of a young teenage girl who had been murdered by a man in the 1950's who then set fire to a barn with gasoline on a property surrounded by fields and no one knew where to find her.&nbsp; She had been roaming the same location through the misty layers of time seeking help and recognition.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">It was then that I knew, in no uncertain terms, that the skeleton of this poor child was situated directly below Room #7.&nbsp; I wanted to know her name, but knew it was no longer important.&nbsp; What was important was that she had finally been "seen" and "recognized" by me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"You know, there's no reason for you to hang around here anymore," I said to her. "You need to go be with your family and friends now.&nbsp; If you follow the light, and I'm sure you can see the light now, don't be afraid, just follow it, and you will find everyone waiting for you.&nbsp; Your family will be there and God will be waiting for you.&nbsp; There is nothing left for you here.&nbsp; Go ahead now."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">As soon as I finished saying this, according to my therapist, who had long since stopped massaging my feet with any enthusiasm, the light went back to normal.&nbsp; It completely stopped flickering, blinking or occasionally blazing with extra intense light.&nbsp; The foul odor also dissipated.&nbsp; I knew our gentle spirit had followed my advice.&nbsp; I knew it in my entire being.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">This entire episode with the spirit probably lasted about 30 minutes.&nbsp; We continued on for the balance of my massage time, another half hour, in almost total stunned silence, broken only by my muffled sobs.&nbsp;&nbsp; This was odd for me, since I'm not really the kind of person who cries for stuff like this.&nbsp; For some reason, I felt like we were the first and only people who had actually grieved the loss of this little girl at what was the equivalent of her spiritual funeral.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"I have a feeling there won't be any more smell in Room #7 from now on," I said.&nbsp; "We need to document the timing of this... Don't you think there's something strange about the fact that we ended up in Room #6 today for the first time ever and your manager just told us we couldn't do a paranormal investigation?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Definitely," said my therapist.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"One more thing," I added without knowing why. "Can you please make sure someone puts a small piece of rose quartz in Room #7 as a kind of memorial to this spirit?&nbsp; They don't need to know the whole story."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-68949246063479783712016-11-16T12:41:00.001-08:002016-11-21T10:00:23.889-08:00The Story of an Alien Linguist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rNPLSkUtrI/WCymzosJy0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UenZ4wV8v6oA-4BAKACLOQvQN8IPbfKIACLcB/s1600/arrival%2Bphoto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rNPLSkUtrI/WCymzosJy0I/AAAAAAAAAt8/UenZ4wV8v6oA-4BAKACLOQvQN8IPbfKIACLcB/s1600/arrival%2Bphoto.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt1e6egpyMs/WCym8gwGgUI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZPYugUTzxqgRcVNWH8T2RTvJSMb1UL6DACLcB/s1600/maxresdefault.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt1e6egpyMs/WCym8gwGgUI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZPYugUTzxqgRcVNWH8T2RTvJSMb1UL6DACLcB/s320/maxresdefault.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">The new movie "Arrival" was released by Paramount Pictures on 11/11 of this year.&nbsp; I knew about it in advance because several people had recognized that the story was remarkably similar to my own.&nbsp; Without giving away the story, I can tell you it is about a woman, Dr. Louise Banks (played by actress Amy Adams), a professor of Romance Languages, who is engaged by the military to try and decode the strange communications made by aliens who have suddenly landed in giant egg-shaped spacecraft in twelve locations around planet earth.&nbsp; She and fellow theoretical physicist, Ian Donnelly (played by actor Jeremy Renner), repeatedly enter the enormous spacecraft with other military officers and come face to face with weird, floating, octopus-like creatures that make odd rumbling noises and squirt circular ink-blot shapes into the atmospheric mist when communicating with the humans.&nbsp; Ultimately, Dr. Banks is able to decode much of the basic language.&nbsp; She also begins to understand that part of their "language" includes a psychic way of comprehending the nature of&nbsp;time and that allows her to see forwards and backwards in time.&nbsp; As the United States and other foreign nations struggle simultaneously to understand the meaning of the aliens' sudden command that they&nbsp;"offer weapon" to the other nations&nbsp;- the world verges on&nbsp;war with the aliens.&nbsp; The solution exists in the meaning of those two specific words.&nbsp; "Weapon" turns out to mean the&nbsp;alien language itself and not an armament.&nbsp;I will not give away the ending.&nbsp; Go see it.&nbsp; It's a great movie.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">For those of you who don't already know, I have written a book entitled "How to Talk to an Alien" (New Page Books, 2015) and have lectured around the country on the topic of alien communication.&nbsp; I have called this new field within ufology "Exolinguistics" and I have proposed a new method of attempting to crack the code of various alien languages (yes, I have established there are many spoken and written alien languages).&nbsp; This method involves creating a kind of "Rosetta Stone" comparing 1) actual alien artifacts, 2)recollections of writing/symbols/sounds and 3) channeled, dreamed or automatic writing/speech samples.&nbsp; This has already yielded interesting results.&nbsp; I am in the process of setting up a worldwide database of alien speech and written communications.&nbsp; This has become my passion.&nbsp; I have been invited as a guest on several radio shows because people immediately recognized the similarities between my work on alien communication and the subject matter of this movie.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The number of similarities between myself and Dr. Banks went beyond the obvious superficial one that we are both linguists attempting to decode alien language.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>Romance Languages</u>.&nbsp; In the movie, Dr. Banks is a professor of Romance Languages.&nbsp; I majored in Romance Languages in college and was awarded best thesis prize in the department.&nbsp; I have also studied German and Thai languages.&nbsp; She also studied Chinese.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>Residence</u>.&nbsp; In the movie, Dr. Banks lives in a house with a living room overlooking a large lake and there is a telescope looking out over the lake.&nbsp; I live in a house on a lake and have a telescope&nbsp; in my living room looking out over the lake.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>Recorded Alien Speech</u>.&nbsp; In the movie, the military intelligence officer Colonel Weber (played by actor Forest Whitaker) plays a recording of alien speech sounds to Dr. Banks and asks her to translate it.&nbsp; I have received many telephone call interruptions from what I can only assume are aliens and have listened to recordings made by others of alleged alien speech recordings.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>Physicists and Intelligence Officers</u>.&nbsp; In the movie, Dr. Banks works with a theoretical physicist, Ian Donnelly, and other intelligence officers.&nbsp; In my book, I talk about&nbsp;well-known theoretical physicist Dr. Jack Sarfatti,&nbsp;with whom I maintain contact, who also received phone calls from aliens or what he assumes was some kind of alien artificial intelligence from the future, and know many people in the intelligence world who are extremely interested in this topic.&nbsp; </span></li><li><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"><u>11/11.</u>&nbsp; The movie was released on 11/11 of this year.&nbsp; In my previous book, "Psychic Intuition: Everything You Ever Wanted to Ask But Were Afraid to Know" (New Page Books, 2012), I devoted a section of a chapter on the relationship between autistic savantism and psychic ability to a discussion of my own personal experience with the number 11/11.&nbsp; I strangely and for no obvious reason began seeing this number everywhere I looked at random moments starting in May 2006 and this phenomenon has continued daily for more than a decade.&nbsp; I have analyzed it from a number of standpoints but still do not fully understand its significance.&nbsp; It has since become a worldwide phenomenon known as the "11:11 Time Prompt" and is experienced by many, many people.&nbsp; The number eleven is known in numerology&nbsp;as being the "master number" for spirituality.&nbsp; </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Arial;"><u>Connection to Amy Adams</u>.&nbsp; In the movie, Amy Adams is the main star.&nbsp; It turns out our paths have crossed before.&nbsp; DreamWorks producer Steven Spielberg picked my daughter Celine to play herself (Celine du Tertre) as a little girl meeting actor Leonardo DiCaprio (playing real life con man Frank Abagnale Jr.) in the 2002 blockbuster movie "Catch Me if You Can" and Amy Adams to play his girlfriend.&nbsp; (Prior to that, Spielberg had selected my daughter to play an alien hybrid in "Taken.")</span></li></ul><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">And then there are some strange inexplicable seemingly paranormal events tied to this movie beyond the merely synchronistic events...</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I was invited by Paramount Pictures, the studio that released "Arrival," to come to New York for a pre-screening of the movie several days before its actual release date.&nbsp; Several days later I spoke with a friend of mine who saw the movie after it was in the movie theatres.&nbsp; She made an offhand comment, something about wasn't is interesting about the fact that the alien space ships landed in twelve locations and that 144,000 might be saved.&nbsp; I laughed and agreed with her.&nbsp; I told her I was surprised she picked that up.&nbsp; I recalled the very subtle line in the movie delivered by, I thought, Col. Weber, while in the military bunker, about how only 144,000 people would be saved.&nbsp; I recalled thinking at the time that the Biblical reference to Revelations 6:7 and the 144,000 people that would be "sealed" and "saved" from the 12 Jewish tribes would be too subtle for most movie-goers to digest.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Anyway, I quickly forgot about my friend's intelligent observation.&nbsp; I saw the movie for a second time the following night in a movie theatre.&nbsp; The following day, I was folding laundry when it suddenly occurred to me in a terrible flash&nbsp;that the second time I saw the movie there was absolutely no reference&nbsp;to the 144,000 people.&nbsp; That line was gone.&nbsp; Missing.&nbsp; Poof!&nbsp; That couldn't be correct, I thought.&nbsp; I had distinctly heard it with my own ears, the line recited in the movie in NYC, the first time I saw the movie.&nbsp; I immediately called up my friend.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">&nbsp; "Remember what you said about the line in the movie about the 144,000 people?" I asked her.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">She immediately responded, "Oh, that wasn't in the movie.&nbsp; I was just making an allusion..." </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">"Yes it was in the movie!" I insisted, almost shouting.&nbsp; "It absolutely was in the movie the first time.&nbsp; I heard it with my own ears.&nbsp; I know who said it.&nbsp; I know when it was said.&nbsp; But it was gone the second time I saw the movie.&nbsp; That's impossible!"&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">And so, I am deeply troubled.&nbsp; I know what I heard.&nbsp; And I am sure there is a reason why I heard something that apparently does not exist in "reality."&nbsp; I believe it has something to do with the future of our planet, when aliens will arrive in their craft, and only certain numbers of individuals from the human race - hopefully more than 144,000 - will be "saved" or "transported" to a different planet.&nbsp; But obviously, for now, I cannot confirm this interpretation.&nbsp; Like Dr. Louise Banks in the movie, I "hear" things and "dream" things that seem to be jumbled up in the sea of time where it is difficult to judge whether you are moving forwards or backwards in history.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Finally, another strange synchronicity occurred.&nbsp; I was talking to a contactee who has been writing in some kind of unusual, possibly alien, language for many years.&nbsp; I had originally been a guest on his radio show and when he had asked me to analyze his alien language while on air, the show was abruptly shut down.&nbsp; All internet was cut to my home.&nbsp; We could not re-contact each other.&nbsp; That was odd to start with.&nbsp; Since then I have examined his alien language, which resembles ancient Sumerian in some respects, and we have maintained contact.&nbsp; In our texts, I asked him to try and find meaning in his writings.&nbsp; He said he was sure the alien language was very condensed and compact in the way it communicated meaning.&nbsp; Then he gave me a little example that nearly knocked my socks off.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><div class="_d97"><span class="_5yl5"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">"But strangely enough now that I'm concentrating on it," he said, "an example would be: 'Carry conceal permit' would be translated as <em><strong>'Permission/weapon'</strong></em>"</span></span></div><div class="_d97"><span class="_5yl5"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span></span>&nbsp;</div><div class="_d97"><span class="_5yl5"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">He has not seen the movie "Arrival" yet and didn't even know the plot.&nbsp; His apparently "random" choice to show me an alien language translation&nbsp;of "<em><strong>Permission weapon</strong></em>" blew me away.&nbsp; It sounds just like the alien command that is at the heart of the alien language issue that nearly ignites world war in the movie: "<em><strong>Offer weapon</strong></em>."&nbsp; </span></span></div><div class="_d97"><span class="_5yl5"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span></span>&nbsp;</div><div class="_d97"><span class="_5yl5"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">When I told him how many people had spontaneously told me they thought this movie was about me, he laughed and said, "It IS about you!"&nbsp; Who knows.&nbsp; Time will tell.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-87928289171607446862016-09-10T13:59:00.007-07:002016-09-26T12:28:39.373-07:00Swastikas and Isis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2-8URbpdMM/V-knekfey_I/AAAAAAAAAro/D5UWdVXezrE3my7J4ao9C4hQi1OgEGM8QCLcB/s1600/adolf-hitler-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2-8URbpdMM/V-knekfey_I/AAAAAAAAAro/D5UWdVXezrE3my7J4ao9C4hQi1OgEGM8QCLcB/s200/adolf-hitler-2.jpg" width="138" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--m00iUWmuAw/V-knlCIpn9I/AAAAAAAAArs/1be9DJlvAVAavL4my0NBi5vBBY3JLlv9QCLcB/s1600/dhvss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /></div><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8duRetHL_i8/V-koEpiVbqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1Zj-qwZgfFI394Ig0hEgLzBCVnlnNQSdwCLcB/s1600/img_4709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8duRetHL_i8/V-koEpiVbqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/1Zj-qwZgfFI394Ig0hEgLzBCVnlnNQSdwCLcB/s320/img_4709.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><u><span style="color: #0066cc;"></span></u><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Like most thoughts that come from dreams, they are often best told in the strange unfolding of imagery that seems to bear little or no relation to chronology.&nbsp; It occurred to me, as one of those intangible "thoughts" that lie between the layers of "real" thoughts, that the battle over the name of "ISIS" holds a mystery that has a hook deep into our collective consciousness.&nbsp; ISIS is the common name for the terrorist&nbsp;jihadist militant group that follows a fundamentalist&nbsp;Wahhabi doctrine of&nbsp;Sunni Islam and intends to build a "state"&nbsp;under this repressive and violent religion.&nbsp; It generally goes by the name of the "Islamic State of Iraq and Syria" (so-dubbed by most American media).&nbsp; However,&nbsp;American government officials have - strangely, in my opinion, and stubbornly - continued to refer to this group as&nbsp;"ISIL" for the "Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant."&nbsp; I have often wondered why.&nbsp; I have even queried some in the government who might know - and never received a satisfactory answer.&nbsp; And so I meditated on the answer and found it in my dreams.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyEYMmS1dLw/V-kpVSH6eAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/FvXyVCdp5_068SOvaz1wjGVtde3rMHxggCLcB/s1600/ISIS1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyEYMmS1dLw/V-kpVSH6eAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/FvXyVCdp5_068SOvaz1wjGVtde3rMHxggCLcB/s1600/ISIS1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Isis is one of the most revered and important of all the ancient Egyptian goddesses.&nbsp; She became known as the goddess of knowledge, magic, healing, fertility and protector of the dead.&nbsp; She was a role model for all women and the first female deity to achieve parity with male gods.&nbsp; In fact, her name is the Greek word for an ancient Egyptian word for "throne."&nbsp; The cow horns and sun orb ornament on her head create the symbol for the word "throne." She was worshipped from England to Afghanistan, and by many pagan worshippers.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Isn't ironic that this jihadist terrorist group "ISIS" has usurped the name of the most important goddess of Middle Eastern antiquity?&nbsp; At least - and let's me clear here - we Americans have chosen to call this group "ISIS."&nbsp; Most Europeans refer to it by its Arabic acronym "Daesh."&nbsp; The ironies are multiple.&nbsp; First, this group - let's call it Daesh - believes in the most violent repression of women and girls of any group on this planet.&nbsp; Isis was the goddess of women.&nbsp; Second, the United States, while it claims to fight Daesh, has "inadvertently" sided with it and other rebels in Syria. This may explain our "schizophrenic" approach to using the names "ISIS" and "ISIL."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsVSx97ShY/V-koQtn7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eWsUkqex6t4kUVC_ohbuAnNrCQ-nSe-6wCLcB/s1600/scan-postkarte1-300x182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZsVSx97ShY/V-koQtn7ZLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eWsUkqex6t4kUVC_ohbuAnNrCQ-nSe-6wCLcB/s1600/scan-postkarte1-300x182.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Ultimately, it occurred to me, looking into our future, is that we will do unto the name of the goddess Isis what we did to the symbol of the swastika after its similar strange political perversion in Hitler's Germany in World War II.&nbsp; Today, it is illegal in many countries to use the swastika as a symbol because its association with Hitler, the Nazi party,&nbsp;and the extermination of six million Jews and others, is so intense.&nbsp; Like the symbol of the goddess Isis, the swastika was originally used - for many thousands of years - as a peaceful religious symbol.&nbsp; &nbsp;It comes from the Sanskrit word meaning "luck" or "well-being."&nbsp; This equilateral cross with four bent legs swirling, like the energy of kundalini,&nbsp;either in a clockwise fashion portending evolution or counter-clockwise portending "involution" or collapse.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpcyiUPUUzQ/V-kn5sh83sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lhrgQpo7hLMxLnpcawxwremwSx8p4imZgCLcB/s1600/UlnleNB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="144" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpcyiUPUUzQ/V-kn5sh83sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/lhrgQpo7hLMxLnpcawxwremwSx8p4imZgCLcB/s200/UlnleNB.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Swastikas were widely used by various Indian religious groups like Hindus, Buddhists and Jainists back to the 2nd century BCE, also by Native American groups and others around the world, going back to the Bronze Age, 13,000 BCE.&nbsp; The point is, the symbol has a very long history of peace, religion and magic - like Isis - and it only took one madman and his political group about ten years to steal the symbol, to try and steal its power for himself, and thus destroy it for future humanity.&nbsp; We are, unwittingly perhaps, in the process of doing the same thing with the name of the goddess Isis.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--m00iUWmuAw/V-knlCIpn9I/AAAAAAAAArs/1be9DJlvAVAavL4my0NBi5vBBY3JLlv9QCLcB/s1600/dhvss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--m00iUWmuAw/V-knlCIpn9I/AAAAAAAAArs/1be9DJlvAVAavL4my0NBi5vBBY3JLlv9QCLcB/s200/dhvss.jpg" width="187" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>Bull with wings symbol of Lords</strong><br />&nbsp;<strong>of the Black Stone</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">And then my dream layers unraveled to a deeper layer.&nbsp; The Nazis had their own connection with Isis in history as I subsequently learned.&nbsp; Most people have heard that Hitler and his cronies were deeply immersed in the occult.&nbsp; Many of Hitler's top henchmen were members of the occult secret societies known as The Thule Society, working alongside the Vril Society,which became&nbsp;main sponsors of the Deutsche Arbeiterpartei which was later transformed into the Nazi Party.&nbsp; A primary focus of these secret societies was to initiate various occult contacts to locate the origins of the Aryan race.&nbsp; Starting in 1917, a group of Golden Dawn initiates and adepts, who became influential in the Thule/Vril societies,&nbsp;including transcendental medium Maria Orsic from Zagreb met in Vienna to review various teachings of the Knights Templar and a mysterious post-Templar secret fraternity known as "Die Herren vom Schwarzen Stein" or "DHvSS"&nbsp;which translates into "The Lords of the Black Stone."&nbsp; Many have suggested this was the secret origin of the term "SS."&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiGdwKe0F1A/V-lEQrS-AFI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Clljt-pcleAGZqzXEqF9JsoR5YcuIisoACLcB/s1600/berghof-view-picture-window-color-hoffmann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PiGdwKe0F1A/V-lEQrS-AFI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Clljt-pcleAGZqzXEqF9JsoR5YcuIisoACLcB/s1600/berghof-view-picture-window-color-hoffmann.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong>View of Untersberg Mountain from Hitler's home</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Without going into too much detail, these four discovered that the Knights Templar had received various revelations that the original Teutonic people would be saved at the Untersberg Mountain.&nbsp;&nbsp;In 1933, Hitler purchased his famous&nbsp;home&nbsp;called Berghof in Bavaria with its direct view of Untersberg Mountain.&nbsp;&nbsp;The four occultists discovered that in 1220, Templar Komtur Hubertus Koch, returning from the Crusades, passed through Mesopotamia (now Iraq) and had an apparition of the goddess Isais, the eldest daughter of the goddess Isis, who told him to go to Untersberg mountain, build a small house, and wait for her next apparition.&nbsp; He did this and apparently even built an underground&nbsp;temple at the mountain to honor the goddess Isais.&nbsp; He subsequently had two more apparitions in 1226 and 1238.&nbsp; During this period of time, the Templars received "Die Isais Offenbarung" ("The Revelations of Isais") which concerned information about the Holy Grail.&nbsp; They were also told to form The Lords of the Black Stone.&nbsp; So they did.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Bottom line, Hitler spent more time at his home in Berghof than Berlin.&nbsp; He, like the Templars before him, was waiting for a sign from the goddess Isais at Untersberg Mountain.&nbsp; He was waiting for the alleged Biblical event described in Matthew 21:43 where God would take the kingdom away from the Jews and give it to the Teutonic (Aryan)&nbsp;peoples.&nbsp; This would happen&nbsp;at a cosmic moment defined by a ray of the "Black Sun" hitting the location determined to be the Untersberg Mountain.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The link between the swastika and Isis cemented.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">But there was more, as my mind seemed to have foreseen before I had the knowledge.&nbsp; One of the main purposes of the occult group, The Lords of the Black Stone, seems to have been to locate the Holy Grail for the Aryan race.&nbsp; <a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSDA4q8edKU/V-kqamz3jDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tWcxRMazkIgVXMq_kYY5KndZ5g-9GYV0ACEw/s1600/holygrail1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSDA4q8edKU/V-kqamz3jDI/AAAAAAAAAsg/tWcxRMazkIgVXMq_kYY5KndZ5g-9GYV0ACEw/s200/holygrail1.jpg" width="124" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Most people are taught that the Holy Grail is the legendary chalice out of which Christ drank during the Last Supper that mysteriously disappeared afterwards.&nbsp; Others have suggested the Holy Grail may have been more of a metaphor, suggesting it may have even been Christ's own female child by Mary Magdalene&nbsp;who was brought to southern France, and venerated by the Knights Templar and kept&nbsp;secret by those of the Cathar religion.&nbsp;&nbsp;Pope Innocent III initiated a 20-year military campaign to wipe out the gnostic-based Cathars which has been called a mass murder and genocide.&nbsp;Still others have suggested it is a black crystal that was smuggled out of southern France by four Cathar women in 1244 and, as legend goes, would be returned to its rightful owners 700 years later.&nbsp; The history of the Holy Grail is infused with a history of women - which is interesting since a "cup" is a "yin" or feminine symbol.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Interestingly, the word "Grail" comes from the Persian-Arabic word "Ghral," according to one commentator I read, which means "holy stone."&nbsp; This stone was said to be a black-violet crystal, half quartz and half amethyst, through which Higher Powers or deities could communicate with humanity.&nbsp; Let's suppose these Teutonic occult groups are looking for a magical black stone that communicates with the daughter of the goddess Isis.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Perhaps this stone has been hiding in plain sight.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1fIdcyJ06k/V-knxFMi-XI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1xzfz_gZnxQoZq30G5OkjaoTeFhjaxV9wCLcB/s1600/hajj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1fIdcyJ06k/V-knxFMi-XI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1xzfz_gZnxQoZq30G5OkjaoTeFhjaxV9wCLcB/s1600/hajj.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">In my considerable ignorance, I was not aware that the reason why Muslims are required at least once in their lifetime to visit Mecca, Saudi Arabia, considered the most holy site for the faith, where thousands of Islamic pilgrims are seen annually walking counter-clockwise around a large square box in the center of a huge plaza during the hajj, is to pay homage to the Black Stone.&nbsp; I was not aware that in the eastern cornerstone of that large square structure, an ancient&nbsp;structure known as the Kaaba,&nbsp;at the center of this swirling mass of humanity there is a silver frame containing the smooth, polished,&nbsp;fragmentary remains of the Black Stone.&nbsp; The job of the pilgrim is try and kiss the stone, or, that failing, to point one's finger in its direction.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGBFlkFLDd8/V-knpT7xcyI/AAAAAAAAArw/OnFHGCWBuok3eftdAm5AwmEehkRh61WgQCLcB/s1600/black%2Bstone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGBFlkFLDd8/V-knpT7xcyI/AAAAAAAAArw/OnFHGCWBuok3eftdAm5AwmEehkRh61WgQCLcB/s1600/black%2Bstone.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">&nbsp;T</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">he Black Stone was worshiped in pre-Islamic pagan times and according to Islamic tradition was placed in the Kaaba wall by the Prophet Muhammad in 605 A.D.&nbsp; According to the Islamic faith, this stone&nbsp;fell from the heavens as a guide for Adam and Eve to build an altar.&nbsp; This gave rise to many theories that the stone was a black meteorite, although current scientists have suggested it probably isn't.&nbsp;&nbsp;I find it interesting, as one commentator aptly pointed out, that the silver casing for the Black Stone, looks distinctly like female genitalia.&nbsp; Additionally, the energy generated by this human religious swarm is counter-clockwise, like the Nazi swastika, which tends toward involution.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The Black Stone brings us back to the Islamic world, and by its unfortunate association, to ISIS and the Islamic terrorist movement in the Middle East.&nbsp; In this strange circular journey of historical links and coincidences, it feels as if there is almost a cosmic pull toward a&nbsp;connection between the rise of Naziism and the rise of&nbsp;ISIS.&nbsp; Like the Nazis, ISIS states that one of its goals is to kill Jews.&nbsp;How ironic!&nbsp;It is as if they have both taken some of the symbols most precious to humanity and absconded with them, attempting to steal their supernatural symbolic powers as sigils, and abuse them until they lose their value for the rest of us.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">The Black Stone, the goddess Isis and the ancient swastika symbol are all symbols that belong to humanity, to women,&nbsp;and to some of our greatest religions, including paganism.&nbsp;We should never allow these symbols to be stolen for political purposes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>POST SCRIPT:&nbsp; As with many things that occur to me "out of order" chronologically, I wrote this post today - September 26, 2016 - and yet my computer has insisted on labeling it as having been entered on September 10, 2016.&nbsp; I seem to have somehow manifested the reality of the first opening sentence of this blog: "[l]ike most thoughts that come from dreams, they are often best told in the strange unfolding of imagery that seems to bear little or no relation to chronology."</strong>&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span>&nbsp;<span style="color: black; font-family: &quot;verdana&quot;;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot;;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: &quot;verdana&quot;;"></span>&nbsp;</div><div align="justify">&nbsp;</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSDA4q8edKU/V-kqamz3jDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/owsbG8DLacgQvjAePoAeIFUE67JSGAVAACLcB/s1600/holygrail1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>&nbsp;</div><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-53728617388283771152016-09-10T13:59:00.003-07:002016-09-26T06:46:57.374-07:00A Bug in the System for Binary ARV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uI8rzhV8gY/V9RQrDQCC-I/AAAAAAAAApo/MMmoJj2J3wwQyvZq7DGmzrtjuK7BWWbnwCLcB/s1600/stonehenge%2Bapp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uI8rzhV8gY/V9RQrDQCC-I/AAAAAAAAApo/MMmoJj2J3wwQyvZq7DGmzrtjuK7BWWbnwCLcB/s320/stonehenge%2Bapp.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I am trained in several type of remote viewing techniques, including military-style Controlled Remote Viewing ("CRV")&nbsp;and Associative Remote Viewing ("ARV").&nbsp; These are what I have called applications of clairvoyance using certain defined protocols.&nbsp; These protocols are all different systems that enable the remote viewers, as well as their monitors and judges of the sessions, to apply uniform standards to the psychic imagery which generally applies to places or events in distant locations or distant time zones, such as the future.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">ARV is interesting because it helps the viewer to relax a bit and takes the pressure off because the viewer doesn't need to find the "right" answer to the ultimate question, but only the imagery associated with one out of two photos which ultimately will represent the right answer. The photos are usually randomly picked.&nbsp; They are randomly associated with possible answers (usually a binary system of up or down, winning or losing, right or wrong).&nbsp; A photo of a flower may represent a "win" and a photo of a boat may represent a "lose" if the question (never told to the remote viewers) is: Will the Red Sox win the World Series this year?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I recently joined the ARV group called Applied Precognition Project founded by computational physicist Marty Rosenblatt, who has worked in the past developing computer simulation games and&nbsp;outcomes for organizations like the Department of Defense and NASA,&nbsp;and have a worked on a number of ARV taskings.&nbsp; Marty was quoted in an interview in the "Eight Martini's Magazine" (issue 12, January, 2015) as saying he liked ARV because of "the clarity it provides in defining a Hit versus a Miss."&nbsp; He is a big believer in making sure viewers get feedback on their viewing so they can learn from their mistakes as well as their successes.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Under Marty's ARV system, viewers are also invited to judge their own transcripts.&nbsp; A numerical scoring system is used to see how well our psychic images match the&nbsp;feedback photos (A and B) that are later randomly assigned to each of our two transcript&nbsp;numbers.&nbsp; Sometimes our descriptions and drawings are a good match (a "Hit"), sometimes they don't match at all (a "Miss") and sometimes the descriptions of both photos are equally good or equally bad - in which case it is a wash and doesn't count&nbsp;(a "Pass").&nbsp; All of the group's hits and misses are tallied up at the end of the day.&nbsp;&nbsp;Marty then places a bet on the group's collective choice.&nbsp; In our case, it is whether&nbsp;certain international currencies will go up or down that day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">I recently had a result I had never experienced before - nor had I ever seen anyone else produce this kind of result.&nbsp;&nbsp;It was apparently quite unusual.&nbsp; I brought it to Marty's attention.&nbsp; He felt it was interesting enough to bring up for discussion in his Webinar.&nbsp;&nbsp;I had described and sketched my two transcripts.&nbsp; They looked very different to me.&nbsp; I thought I was describing two different photographs (Photos A and B).&nbsp; After I submitted them online, I was able to see the two photos that were assigned one to each transcript.&nbsp; For scoring purposes,&nbsp;I was presented with a little four-box grid.&nbsp; My job was to assign a numerical value to each photo for each transcript.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Here was the problem:&nbsp; Instead of describing each of the two photos,&nbsp;my transcripts described the same exact photo!&nbsp; They both described Photo A.&nbsp; Photo A turned out to be a photo of Stonehenge (see actual photo at the top of this page).&nbsp; They were both quite good descriptions and so I scored them both quite high.&nbsp; I assigned them each a score of&nbsp;"6" out of&nbsp;the Targ 7-point confidence ranking system.&nbsp; Transcript 756355 describes and sketches a series of choppy land masses in the "forefront" of a golden, warm, glowing sun on the left hand side.&nbsp; Transcript 880514 shows a tall, stone, carved, gravestone pointing upward, a "monument" with a "national feeling" and perhaps "an angel on a gravestone?"&nbsp;(compare to the actual photo image with a lady standing on top of Stonehenge). Strangely, neither transcript described Photo B&nbsp; at all which turned out to be a picture of a pink rose.&nbsp; Consequently,&nbsp;I assigned "0" for both transcripts for Photo B.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Here are the two transcripts I described and drew, for those of you who might be interested:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSp975PQKlk/V9RqkA1287I/AAAAAAAAAqg/b0Q6v698j6km0c48sZlThN28hojmgJopgCLcB/s1600/ndt%2B756355%2B083016.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSp975PQKlk/V9RqkA1287I/AAAAAAAAAqg/b0Q6v698j6km0c48sZlThN28hojmgJopgCLcB/s640/ndt%2B756355%2B083016.jpeg" width="464" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OynmMZx-ihA/V9RqsNIuwBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WkiTLC_2sUM5Knu38IF_QJoaFY8KX_gIwCLcB/s1600/ndt%2B880514%2B083016.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OynmMZx-ihA/V9RqsNIuwBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/WkiTLC_2sUM5Knu38IF_QJoaFY8KX_gIwCLcB/s640/ndt%2B880514%2B083016.jpeg" width="464" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Because my brain only focused on one photograph, the scoring came out very strange.&nbsp; I was forced to take a "Pass" because the "6" for Transcript 1 washed out the "6" for Transcript 2.&nbsp; I couldn't say which Transcript represented Photo A.&nbsp; That was a problem.&nbsp; This is very unusual.&nbsp;&nbsp;Again, this is a situation that probably hasn't come up much at all in WE ARV discussions - if ever! </span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Take a look at my little diagram&nbsp;below showing two boxes.&nbsp;The top box shows why I had to pass with equal scorings for Photo A.&nbsp; I call that a "Vertical Pass."&nbsp; The bottom box shows why people normally&nbsp;pass&nbsp;with equal scorings for Photo A and Photo B.&nbsp; I call that a "Horizontal Pass."&nbsp; That just means your psychic brain captured the data equally well or equally poorly for both photos.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDfC4DU06Hc/V9TBQI7vMnI/AAAAAAAAArE/dau71GVdTVgSmM2x2BqUH8V5vI_p2H6pACLcB/s1600/my%2Bstrange%2Bpass.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDfC4DU06Hc/V9TBQI7vMnI/AAAAAAAAArE/dau71GVdTVgSmM2x2BqUH8V5vI_p2H6pACLcB/s320/my%2Bstrange%2Bpass.jpeg" width="232" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Although my brain correctly focused on accurately describing the "feedback target" which was the imagery in&nbsp;Photo A,&nbsp; my brain also seems to have (without my permission)&nbsp;focused on the ultimate correct winning photo (which was Photo A).&nbsp; We&nbsp;learned the day after our scores were submitted that Photo A (the picture of Stonehenge), which had been pre-selected to represent an uptick in the financial market in the future, accurately corresponded with a real uptick in the financial market.&nbsp; It was a real "winning" photo in the end.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Normally, your job is only to describe each photo choice, not the ultimate photo that will represent the winning answer in reality.&nbsp; Unfortunately for me, I did both.&nbsp;&nbsp;My brain apparently also wanted to play "leap frog" and go directly to the winning answer, and only allowed me to describe the one photo (Photo A) that would win.&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Unfortunately, not only for me, but also for the overall scoring for our group, I was forced to pass.&nbsp; My concern is that this unusual&nbsp;problem of what I am calling a "Vertical Pass" results in some problems in the&nbsp;WE ARV system.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">First of all, this has the effect of penalizing the remote viewer in terms of feedback.&nbsp; Let's face it!&nbsp; It is not easy to&nbsp;look at a piece of paper with a number&nbsp;written on it and then try to "imagine" or sketch the photo it will represent in the future!&nbsp; As remote viewers, we all&nbsp;operate with a delicate psyche.&nbsp; Even small amounts of negativity in this realm can have devastating effects on our future ability to remote view.&nbsp; This is a&nbsp;delicate art/science of prediction.&nbsp; In this situation, I was forced to pass, even though I had succeeded in the goal of producing one highly accurate transcript (as well as a second one too) which also happened to turn out to be the winning answer.&nbsp; I was thus compelled to stay out of the game (a kind of negative feedback for me) even though I had not done anything "wrong" in terms of viewing the target.&nbsp; If this kind of pass is not corrected, it may lead to other viewers receiving inappropriate negative feedback.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Second,&nbsp;I believe this unusual kind of a pass may result in tilting the scoreboard the wrong way for the group bet.&nbsp;&nbsp;The WE ARV system is geared toward the ultimate practical application of remote viewing by using the binary selection to make a binary choice in the real world (sports bet, financial market, simple predictions).&nbsp; My transcripts could not be added to the group selection because a "pass" doesn't count.&nbsp; If the majority of the other viewers had scored in favor Photo A, then my pass wouldn't have made a difference in the bet.&nbsp; But let's suppose, there was a "tie" in the overall group, then my choice of Photo A would have tipped the balance toward the correct bet.&nbsp; Or, let's suppose several of the viewers began to have Vertical Pass issues.&nbsp; If several were correct, then the failure to include them&nbsp;could theoretically lead to a wrong bet.&nbsp; In the world of mathematical precision and probabilities, even these seemingly tiny or unusual anomalies need to be taken into consideration if we are to come up with good statistical models for betting.&nbsp; The problem of the Vertical Pass could represent a very tiny but annoying bug in the system.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">POST SCRIPT: I have since had some interesting discussions with Marty about his ARV system and some of the issues I described above.&nbsp; As I discovered, he actually likes my term "vertical pass" to describe this particular problem which -&nbsp;as it turns out -&nbsp;is a kind of psychic override of his binary choice ARV system and throws a wrench in it.&nbsp;&nbsp;I accurately viewed too far into the future!&nbsp; I foresaw the "winning" outcome photo, not the "winning" feedback photo prior to the actual event occurrence.&nbsp; However,&nbsp;this vertical pass does not interfere with his voting system.&nbsp;&nbsp;I erroneously believed that&nbsp;Photo A in both transcript #1 and #2 represented, in his system, an uptick.&nbsp; Turns out,&nbsp;Photo A will be an uptick for transcript #1 and Photo B will be the uptick for transcript #2.&nbsp; That may sound complicated, but it solves the problem of the Vertical Pass issue I have raised!&nbsp; It means that if your psyche believes the currency exchange will go up, you will select&nbsp;Photo A the first time and Photo B the second time,&nbsp;and either way, your choice will be the winner!&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-25311299129765749462016-06-01T20:17:00.000-07:002016-06-01T20:17:14.947-07:00The Case of the Disappearing Stone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RbVpT2rEY/V0-QvmbietI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ta0aG6xRuscQpeZMlagot6pfR7o3CRbWwCLcB/s1600/Moldavite_Besednice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RbVpT2rEY/V0-QvmbietI/AAAAAAAAApI/Ta0aG6xRuscQpeZMlagot6pfR7o3CRbWwCLcB/s320/Moldavite_Besednice.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bought a tiny necklace about a year ago.&nbsp; It was a small ugly greenish-black stone that was pitted and pocked like a dried prune and strung on a leather string.&nbsp; I had heard this stone, called moldavite, had interesting properties, but knew nothing about it.&nbsp; As someone who has always loved geology and studied rocks, this seemed mildly interesting.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">In November, 2015,I traveled to Las Vegas to attend an aerospace convention and to do some interviews to promote my new book "How To Talk to an Alien."&nbsp; On the third day, right before an hour-long radio interview which preceded another hour-long internet TV show formerly on PBS called "New Thinking Allowed" with Jeff Mishlove, I was suddenly struck with the most intense vertigo and nausea I've ever experienced in my life.&nbsp; (Coincidentally or not, Jeff's YouTube channel was suddenly and inexplicably&nbsp;taken offline that evening as were all the email accounts of the Las Vegas another radio show host who I was supposed to meet that day).&nbsp; Anyway,&nbsp;I thought I was literally dying.&nbsp; I wasn't sure how I was going to complete my interviews let alone sound coherent.&nbsp; Somehow, I steeled myself, with the room spinning violently around me, my heart palpitating, hands sweating, and I completed the final interview in the studio, before dragging myself off to bed, and then finally ended up in the emergency room of the hospital which extended into three days of testing.&nbsp; The vertigo finally stopped.&nbsp; They speculated it might have been a heart attack but weren't sure.&nbsp; It was strange.&nbsp; Upon returning to my room, I looked for the little moldavite necklace which I had carefully removed from the safe, figuring it was too ugly for anyone to steal, and hidden under my baseball cap.&nbsp; It was nowhere to be found.&nbsp; I looked everywhere.&nbsp; I tripled checked all the suitcases. It was gone.&nbsp; I called the hotel.&nbsp; No one had reported it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I am not in the habit of losing things.&nbsp; It bothered me that this little moldavite necklace had disappeared.&nbsp; Months dragged on and it still bugged me.&nbsp; I decided to look online to research moldavite.&nbsp; I ran across some obscure chat rooms where people were talking about their experiences with moldavite and to my shock and surprise many of them spoke about their moldavite disappearing!&nbsp; Apparently, it is a well-known property of moldavite to disappear from its owner.&nbsp; It never occurred to me that a rock could disappear by its own volition.&nbsp;There are many theories about why and how it does this.&nbsp; Some say it returns to its origins in native Czech Republic, the region of Bohemia and Moravia, where an asteroid smashed into the earth 14.8 million years ago, vitrifying the surrounding earth minerals in the collision, creating this unique tektite found no where else on earth.&nbsp; Moldavite is said to be a transformational crystal.&nbsp; It is said to understand the two universes of&nbsp;terrestrial and extraterrestrial life because it was indeed formed from them both - a "hybrid" in the truest sense of the word.&nbsp; It is said to be one of the most intensely vibrational crystals of all crystals and comes with warnings that wearers should temper it with other crystals to "ground" its intensity.&nbsp; It is said to open the heart, third eye and crown chakras.&nbsp; In fact, it is known historically as the legendary "Philosopher's Stone" and also the green "emerald" that fell from Lucifer's crown or forehead as he fell from heaven that was placed in the Holy Grail itself.&nbsp; Archeologists have discovered talismans with moldavite over 25,000 years old.&nbsp; The history of this strange and highly unusual crystal, that doesn't even look like a crystal, is unique.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">And so, I resigned myself to the strange idea that my moldavite had voluntarily disappeared by itself.&nbsp; I had read that sometimes it returned to its owner in time.&nbsp; I worried that perhaps I had offended it by referring to it as an ugly old prune.&nbsp; Perhaps if I thought nice thoughts about it, it might consider coming back to me.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">In April, 2016,&nbsp;I was invited to go on a paranormal investigation in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.&nbsp; I asked one of the mediums on the team, who said she knew a lot about crystals, if she had ever heard anything about moldavite disappearing.&nbsp; Oh yeah!&nbsp; She said I needed to surround it with three other crystals so it wouldn't go running off.&nbsp; As we were near a crystal shop, I bought all three in hopes it might come home to roost.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">One month later, I decided to attend my college reunions.&nbsp; I brought along my son William who is still in high school.&nbsp; I remembered a tiny little gem shop called "Tomorrow's Heirlooms" I had once visited about four years earlier and decided to take my son there because the owner, John Miller, a sort of talkative Indiana Jones type of geologist whose shop was loaded with unusual crystals and jewelry, had&nbsp;a huge fossil of a femur bone of T-Rex dinosaur.&nbsp; We entered the shop and the owner was still there.&nbsp; He showed us the fossil.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">John said, "Now, I'd love to show you a particularly special necklace.&nbsp; It was best in show.&nbsp; It's up there in front of you on the second shelf."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I looked up and instantly recognized what it was.&nbsp; It was one of the most amazing necklaces I've ever seen.&nbsp; It was a giant bib, about 6" long, loaded with more moldavite than I've ever seen in my life interspersed with huge heavy chunks of silvery meteorite.&nbsp; I was absolutely speechless.&nbsp; I had never mentioned a word about moldavite to him.&nbsp; In fact, I was literally just about to ask him whether he had ever heard any stories of moldavite disappearing.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">To my great surprise, this serious geologist, said matter-of-factly, "Of course! Moldavite disappears in order to remove negativity.&nbsp; It disappears because it is a stone of protection."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I laughed and said, "Well, if I buy this necklace - and I think I have to - I don't think this moldavite will ever disappear because it's so grounded with all this meteorite!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">The shop owner said, "Probably not.&nbsp; Unless you're about to be killed."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">That sounded reasonable enough to me.&nbsp; So I bought the necklace.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">We talked a bit more.&nbsp; John said, "You know it's funny you talk about things like moldavite disappearing.&nbsp; Someone just showed me a blog on the internet where someone wrote about my shop having the quality of disappearing and reappearing."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I said, "That was me.&nbsp; You just saw that recently?&nbsp; I wrote that blog about three or four years ago!&nbsp; And yes, you have a magical shop.&nbsp; It has some unusual characteristics." (<a href="http://skepticalpsychicblog.blogspot.com/2013_05_01_archive.html">http://skepticalpsychicblog.blogspot.com/2013_05_01_archive.html</a>&nbsp;)</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes, I've been told that," John said with surprising seriousness.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">How peculiar that his path and mine seem to have had such strange intersections, I thought.&nbsp; I went home that night, thinking about everything he had said, and then somewhere around 3:00 AM in the morning, it occurred to me that my tiny little dried prune moldavite necklace had probably disappeared because I had spent three days in the Las Vegas hospital with severe vertigo.&nbsp; So it was protecting me.&nbsp; I finally understand and now I could at last release it&nbsp;from my mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">The next morning, six months after I had lost my necklace, I got up and&nbsp;got dressed to go to a Memorial Day barbeque with friend.&nbsp; When I opened my jewelry chest, something fell out of the drawer and hit the ground.&nbsp; It was, to my amazement, my little dried prune moldavite necklace.&nbsp; I quickly popped it into a silk bag with the three grounding crystals so it wouldn't go wandering off by itself again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-36504905642937816472016-04-19T19:40:00.001-07:002016-04-19T19:40:52.957-07:00Are There Clues That We Have Tampered with Time?<img alt="Image result for time" class="rg_i" data-sz="f" height="237" jsaction="load:str.tbn" name="-R1dTM8mRNAupM:" 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style="height: 173px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 291px;" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I was never a big science fiction fan.&nbsp; But now that I have begun to discover that many of the top physicists, astronomers, scientists and government intelligence folks are - strangely, at least in my view - big science fiction fans. I&nbsp;decided to see what all the fuss is about.&nbsp; It reminded me of when I learned the senior partner in my old law firm was a serious chess player.&nbsp; I didn't understand (at the time) why a lawyer would be so interested in chess, but I decided to study the game by reading chess books.&nbsp; I learned that chess, like litigation, is war.&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Today, I heard&nbsp;a presentation by Garry&nbsp;Kasparov, the Russian chess Grandmaster and former World Chess Champion,&nbsp;considered by many to be the greatest chess player of all time.&nbsp; Was he talking about chess? Not at all.&nbsp; He was talking about politics and war.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">It occurred to me that I should start to read science fiction classics for the same reason.&nbsp; They might provide a clue as to scientific and military "strategies"&nbsp;of our day. </span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">This thought solidified in my mind after a recent visit with my son to the USS Nautilus (SSN 571), the first nuclear-powered submarine, launched in 1954. The name "Nautilus" is, in fact, a nod to the renowned French science fiction author Jules Verne whose protagonist, Captain Nemo, commanded a submarine named in Nautilus in his book "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea."&nbsp; In 1870, when the book was published, there were only a tiny handful of primitive and experimental submarines in existence.&nbsp;&nbsp;Verne's science "fiction" became a science "reality" in the span of only two generations.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Time travel has always been a mainstay of science fiction.&nbsp; Is time travel already part of our "reality"?&nbsp; If you plunge deeply into the various accounts available in the field of ufology about the American secret military exploration into time travel, you will find bizarre and seemingly unbelievable assertions made by occasional whistleblowers (it's always difficult to know if they are brave or merely disinfo plants).&nbsp; I once interviewed a lawyer named Andrew Basiago who claimed to have been part of a secret military program as a child and was able to time travel (Project Pegasus) by walking into certain military installations on the East Coast and exiting moments later on the West Coast.&nbsp; Others made similar assertions.&nbsp; There are the astounding claims made by the military microbiologist Dr. Dan Burisch about a time travel machine utilizing secret extraterrestrial technologies at Area 51 near Las Vegas (Project Looking Glass).&nbsp; And, of course, there are the famous stories of the Philadelphia Experiment and the Montauk Chair, both allegedly efforts by secret military programs to explore time travel with limited success according to people I know.&nbsp; Have we actually verified physicist Hugh Everett's 1950's theory of a multiverse?&nbsp; I know physicists today who claim to have found the quantum explanation for retrocausality in which the future interacts with and creates the past.&nbsp; Have we found real "Stargates" and worm holes on planet earth?&nbsp; Did the rocket scientist Jack Parsons, who founded the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, actually open an inter-dimensional portal in California?&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">If our secret military and government has found the key to what we all still believe is just science fiction - namely time travel - then they have found the ultimate weapon.&nbsp; He who controls the course of history, controls the world.&nbsp; Imagine you could change the outcome of World War II.&nbsp;You could undo Hiroshima.&nbsp; You could plant spies in the places where they were needed.&nbsp; Ah yes, chess and war.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">But where are the clues?&nbsp; A year ago I experienced a very funky glitch in time.&nbsp;&nbsp;While taking my normal two mile walk around the lake near my home, I fell on the sidewalk.&nbsp; My shoe got caught in a large crevice in the pavement at the top of a small hill and down I went.&nbsp; Aside from a bloody knee and bruised pride, I was fine.&nbsp; I continued to do my almost daily walk around the lake.&nbsp; Each time I carefully avoided the crevice at the top of the hill.&nbsp; It became a ritual.&nbsp; Then one day,&nbsp;I did my walk around the lake and when I came to the place where the crevice should have been, it was gone!&nbsp; Strangely, the sidewalk was perfectly paved over.&nbsp; I tripled checked just to be sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.&nbsp; In fact, the entire sidewalk seemed strangely smooth.&nbsp; The only cracks in the pavement were at the very bottom of the hill.&nbsp; I thought to myself:&nbsp; This is wonderful.&nbsp; The town must have finally gotten around to repaving the stupid sidewalk.&nbsp;&nbsp;A couple of days later, I walked around the lake again.&nbsp; However, this time I was shocked to discover the crevice was back.&nbsp; All the cracks in the pavement were back.&nbsp; It was as if time undid itself.&nbsp; Or I had reverted to present time again.&nbsp;&nbsp;I felt slightly insane.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I am not the only person to have had this odd sensation.&nbsp; Famous UFO contactee Whitley Strieber described his drive down Route 17 in Northern New Jersey that suddenly transformed itself into an entirely unknown landscape before reverting to its normal scenery.&nbsp; I have many friends and colleagues who have described being suddenly transported into different time zones.&nbsp; One friend who was visiting Russia suddenly found herself, as she looked out the window of her train, looking at a battlefield landscape with fallen soldiers.&nbsp; Another friend, took a train from Westchester to New York City, and was shocked to find herself looking at a landscape filled with dinosaurs!&nbsp; Yet another friend has received emails and photos from himself, properly time-stamped,&nbsp;about 10 years in the future.&nbsp; He is baffled by them.&nbsp; Many of my paranormal investigator friends who have visited Gettysburg have seen soldiers marching, heard horses hooves clattering with carriage wheels, spoken with men dressed in Confederate uniforms.&nbsp; Even I once heard a canon boom across the deserted battlefield and at night, during a stay in a haunted inn once used as a makeshift Civil War infirmary, was awoken by a horrific screeching noise that I was able to later positively identify as a Confederate rebel call.&nbsp; My point is: our present time is often interrupted when we are suddenly dropped in the past somewhere.&nbsp; Is this because time has been altered by someone and&nbsp;an adjustment is being made?&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I have never lost time, as&nbsp;many UFO abductees claim.&nbsp; But I have gained time.&nbsp; And time has played tricks.&nbsp; Once I was emailing with a friend who was visiting Mexico.&nbsp; She had gone shopping and sent me a bunch of photos of jewelry.&nbsp; She offered to buy whatever I liked since she could get a good price.&nbsp; We emailed back and forth for a while, but before I was able to select the necklace I wanted, I had to do a one hour private reading for a client at 8 PM.&nbsp; At 9 PM, I resumed the emailing and told my friend which necklace I wanted.&nbsp; I didn't think anything about this interaction until several months later when I looked carefully at our email thread.&nbsp; Amazingly, while my friend's emails were chronologically time-stamped with the earliest ones (starting about 5 PM) at the bottom of the email thread and the latest ones on top (this is the normal way email threads are displayed), mine were the opposite!&nbsp; It was as if I was going backwards in time!&nbsp; Her emails went forward in time and mine went backward in time!&nbsp; It was the strangest thing!&nbsp; I brought this to the attention of many IT professionals but no one was ever able to solve this mystery for me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I think time has been altered.&nbsp; We have tiny clues in our daily life.&nbsp; As a friend of mine,&nbsp;a highly placed FAA security official, said to me recently: Imagine that you could fiddle around with time and change history, and yet it could only be done in between the tiniest moments of consciousness.&nbsp; It would be kind of like a security camera that only takes a photo every 10 seconds.&nbsp; You think you are looking at a fluid chronological reality, but you aren't.&nbsp; Think of all the reality changes you could make during each of those unseen, un-photographed 10 second intervals.&nbsp; You could change everything.&nbsp; And you would never know what happened...</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot;;">Or just read the science fiction story "VALIS" (Vast Active Living Intelligence System) by Philip K. Dick.&nbsp; An intriguing story of time interweaving past, present and future intrusions on the protagonist, Horselover Fat a/k/a Philip K. Dick.&nbsp; Fat suddenly assumes the personality of an ancient historical personage and speaks perfect koine Greek (of which he has no prior knowledge), and at other points, seems to be mind-melded with three-eyed telepathic extraterrestrials who are likely just his future human self.&nbsp; At what point in time does fiction become reality?</span>Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-76457350602838166282016-03-15T14:45:00.004-07:002016-03-22T14:30:46.255-07:00My Magical Trip to Iceland and the Arctic Circle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRKkUt8YeyA/Vuh1LcSQzQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hSxnieIUEwwY3tFiuow-5br3mD1ta4r7w/s1600/iceland%2Bnorway%2Bfeb%2B2016%2B020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qRKkUt8YeyA/Vuh1LcSQzQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hSxnieIUEwwY3tFiuow-5br3mD1ta4r7w/s320/iceland%2Bnorway%2Bfeb%2B2016%2B020.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A troll on top of parking sign in Reykjavik</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUiqAgBUI0M/Vuh1czUS2QI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XZ6sCUgiX_0kyngYhYgOaJb0tEWBhU7Aw/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUiqAgBUI0M/Vuh1czUS2QI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XZ6sCUgiX_0kyngYhYgOaJb0tEWBhU7Aw/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The largest lake in Iceland</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp2Vu2gaAMw/Vuh1rKrTLDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZKcTD2NZnIcejr97XsVSqVqyMiE3e_OUA/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp2Vu2gaAMw/Vuh1rKrTLDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZKcTD2NZnIcejr97XsVSqVqyMiE3e_OUA/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B038.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Vista from Thingvellir National Park with geysers in distance</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqUONBsgc0k/Vuh178JfbLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wy6jMu2vAZ8Kh1Ph18cZQ-haJojCWH30g/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqUONBsgc0k/Vuh178JfbLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/wy6jMu2vAZ8Kh1Ph18cZQ-haJojCWH30g/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B048.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An iced plant next to a frozen stream</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--kmoH1Wlp78/Vuh2Em2Ac-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Hgi5JSIaTQgqasMY6T39VU_o5a95-x5qg/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--kmoH1Wlp78/Vuh2Em2Ac-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Hgi5JSIaTQgqasMY6T39VU_o5a95-x5qg/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B049.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In front of the old Thingvellir Church</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTW_rXuDCCo/Vuh2Ps9H_aI/AAAAAAAAAmU/sYw0ja8-y5M9YGk9p_cfilYDe9dhkrKwQ/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UTW_rXuDCCo/Vuh2Ps9H_aI/AAAAAAAAAmU/sYw0ja8-y5M9YGk9p_cfilYDe9dhkrKwQ/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B069.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A dip in the hot springs and hot lake in below zero temperatures</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok1bGkHeod0/Vuh2aErQPsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/S1FPk27Hs00P9100V4jfsVayMLMQoT7gw/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ok1bGkHeod0/Vuh2aErQPsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/S1FPk27Hs00P9100V4jfsVayMLMQoT7gw/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B095.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Icelandic equivalent of the "Old Faithful" geysir</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSTswPbyNuo/Vuh2pH4xp2I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ATgKEC04VnMAecfz7XgnoQJ8sQ0qs53hg/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSTswPbyNuo/Vuh2pH4xp2I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ATgKEC04VnMAecfz7XgnoQJ8sQ0qs53hg/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Small horses with thick fur everywhere in the frozen landscape</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2M5OPg7jtNQ/Vuh2-ZfXvvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/fwZ04BtiTdw-4GC34qokbyD_kqNOpyGOA/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2M5OPg7jtNQ/Vuh2-ZfXvvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/fwZ04BtiTdw-4GC34qokbyD_kqNOpyGOA/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B145.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of three intact ancient Viking ships in Oslo, Norway</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBzJZQdN7sY/Vuh3OwgwIZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dzmy8yo0DG8ScJisZgjgZExD0UzNVdU5Q/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wBzJZQdN7sY/Vuh3OwgwIZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dzmy8yo0DG8ScJisZgjgZExD0UzNVdU5Q/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B113.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A steady Arctic diet of different herring and other fish</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wuePa2-BS4/Vuh3aDN7E0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/kbCO3GnA2sQ31OVWWl7UmOcQM7RvC3WOQ/s1600/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wuePa2-BS4/Vuh3aDN7E0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/kbCO3GnA2sQ31OVWWl7UmOcQM7RvC3WOQ/s320/Iceland%2BNorway%2B2016%2B035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The only place on earth where two tectonic plates (North American and Eurasian) meet above ground&nbsp;and sacred original meeting place of the&nbsp;Viking parliament</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnhN8gM7Pn4/Vuh3mq7SkiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hZKoiQtVrBcY9xlgbokj3clhJNBoF_6SQ/s1600/iceland%2Bnorway%2Bfeb%2B2016%2B014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FnhN8gM7Pn4/Vuh3mq7SkiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hZKoiQtVrBcY9xlgbokj3clhJNBoF_6SQ/s320/iceland%2Bnorway%2Bfeb%2B2016%2B014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hallgrímskirkja church in Reykjavik with a statue of Leif Erikson, son of the&nbsp;Viking Icelandic founder Erik the Red</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ajOQcfK08s/Vuh3t7cOUeI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0YDUxmGkqOASROrSi_hYYgH9hbAoth50w/s1600/iceland%2Bnorway%2Bfeb%2B2016%2B005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ajOQcfK08s/Vuh3t7cOUeI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0YDUxmGkqOASROrSi_hYYgH9hbAoth50w/s320/iceland%2Bnorway%2Bfeb%2B2016%2B005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hundreds of ducks, geese and swans battle for food in a Reykjavik lake</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAGe5ChRSvo/Vuh4ASB28uI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eZLNAT_S1YkW0ph_K0xZC8o5Pgg6g_KaQ/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAGe5ChRSvo/Vuh4ASB28uI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eZLNAT_S1YkW0ph_K0xZC8o5Pgg6g_KaQ/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dog mushing over 12 km of Norwegian Arctic landscape </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C65v_SnBC3A/Vuh4K-BOwXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fayhM5pZhpgGePmw_M1tTk86xa91YfeLg/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C65v_SnBC3A/Vuh4K-BOwXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fayhM5pZhpgGePmw_M1tTk86xa91YfeLg/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B057.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me as newly expert dog musher with a 5-dog team of huskies</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yINqoXRvnOE/Vuh4qrJrn2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Getr62-MTTovBagT2M1hiJ2otgtfHrD6A/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yINqoXRvnOE/Vuh4qrJrn2I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Getr62-MTTovBagT2M1hiJ2otgtfHrD6A/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B141.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Two nights in an ice hotel in Norway on an ice bed covered with reindeer skins</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2gu9ERvZi4/Vuh5CSWUK4I/AAAAAAAAAng/cH2-M3U_xVo1sxjO-hxv14tSPPOHgIEQA/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L2gu9ERvZi4/Vuh5CSWUK4I/AAAAAAAAAng/cH2-M3U_xVo1sxjO-hxv14tSPPOHgIEQA/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B146.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our Sami tribal guides</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTPG_zkk1DM/Vuh5dz-yPpI/AAAAAAAAAno/MWrqF_PHocwQst2nFuw8iIMHiZXS8Dxxw/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTPG_zkk1DM/Vuh5dz-yPpI/AAAAAAAAAno/MWrqF_PHocwQst2nFuw8iIMHiZXS8Dxxw/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B208.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; An extraordinary late afternoon Arctic sky<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vF5dwAwelHI/Vuh5olEaIeI/AAAAAAAAAns/QtZ1DvQxWascu-1XDjSz8nPMseUuTVcvA/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vF5dwAwelHI/Vuh5olEaIeI/AAAAAAAAAns/QtZ1DvQxWascu-1XDjSz8nPMseUuTVcvA/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B220.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An fjord in the Arctic Circle at sunset</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHGUQwTKfjE/Vuh5ztdx-AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/b8OyopBm1r88m3powk6Lv7osWhf8wr3yQ/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHGUQwTKfjE/Vuh5ztdx-AI/AAAAAAAAAnw/b8OyopBm1r88m3powk6Lv7osWhf8wr3yQ/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B149.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me with a beautiful white reindeer</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dur8zWrcI5o/Vuh6CHpjZGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/XCV0OB3lbB0_2sQy-r4Qvbgenn1IxeSnw/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dur8zWrcI5o/Vuh6CHpjZGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/XCV0OB3lbB0_2sQy-r4Qvbgenn1IxeSnw/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B196.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Green Northern Lights at midnight in the Arctic Circle</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdG_hnBlZz4/Vuh6THg7mvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/NCfGRleAYB4UvzcU0PpfUKbMq7wM3vJGg/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wdG_hnBlZz4/Vuh6THg7mvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/NCfGRleAYB4UvzcU0PpfUKbMq7wM3vJGg/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B164.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hitching up the sleigh for a midnight reindeer ride</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVXr9BjjH-w/Vuh6h8KAhDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BIkTEQCs9XAAz4F1JMkKd_c6hhyFrbksQ/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVXr9BjjH-w/Vuh6h8KAhDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BIkTEQCs9XAAz4F1JMkKd_c6hhyFrbksQ/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B128.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">An iced cocktail of curacao and vodka in an ice glass at the ice bar</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHhIClypuJo/Vuh7PG-sS_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/p4lydtO_X7gJYs3L3Z0Ky0CeP3tG61DgQ/s1600/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHhIClypuJo/Vuh7PG-sS_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/p4lydtO_X7gJYs3L3Z0Ky0CeP3tG61DgQ/s320/iceland%2Bvacation%2Bfebruary%2B2016%2B085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The delicately carved sculptures and lights in the ice hotel</div><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484359264026239336.post-17407401539508428072016-01-22T07:18:00.001-08:002016-01-22T07:18:23.502-08:00Conversation with a Psychic Ukrainian Spy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZzGmrGJ2R8/VqI9xRuGH8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/51LXY5Ke8QY/s1600/giphy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZzGmrGJ2R8/VqI9xRuGH8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/51LXY5Ke8QY/s1600/giphy.gif" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Many years ago, during the War in Iraq, I was doing the legal work on a multi-million dollar real estate transaction for some foreign clients in New York.&nbsp; I was told by our real estate broker that the buyer's broker, a Russian lady representing some high profile Russian clients, was eccentric to the point of driving them all crazy with aggravating phone calls and deal-breaking arguments.&nbsp; In fact, I found her, yes,&nbsp;pushy and aggressive, in a New York kind of way.&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet, she was&nbsp;entertaining.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We ended up becoming friendly over the course of the real estate transaction.&nbsp; She eventually invited me to a cocktail party and art exhibit at the Luxembourg Consulate.&nbsp; She had apparently invited several people besides me to this event and was late showing up.&nbsp; I was left to wander aimlessly among the various attendees.&nbsp; I didn't know anybody there.&nbsp; I happened to bump into a couple of her other guests, quite by accident.&nbsp; We started chatting - typical cocktail conversation: what-do-you-do-for-a-living? type stuff.&nbsp; One fellow was a securities broker so we talked about securities laws.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were joined by his friend, I don't recall his name.&nbsp; He spoke with a thick accent - what seemed to me to be, in all likelihood, a Russian accent.&nbsp; We all chatted.&nbsp; He asked what I did and I told him I was an author.&nbsp; He recommended I get in touch with a famous Russian poet and gave me her name.&nbsp; He said he was a supplier of goods to the U.S. military and partnered with high ranking officers in our army.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">After five or ten minutes, I'm not sure what got into me, but&nbsp;suddenly, against my better judgment, I&nbsp;blurted out of nowhere, "I think you are a spy.&nbsp; I'm just not sure for whom."&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Now, I have never said such a thing to anybody in my life.&nbsp; I am normally not a rude person.&nbsp;Nor is it particularly my style to blurt things out.&nbsp; Furthermore, I had no rational basis for making such a statement - to the contrary, it didn't make much sense at all given what little I knew about him at that point.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">The man's eyes widened like big saucers.&nbsp; He became momentarily speechless and his face blanched several shades of white.&nbsp; I was more surprised by this reaction than he was by my statement.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes," he said, with a forced sound of confidence despite the wavering in his voice.&nbsp; "Yes, I am."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">This, of course, surprised me even more.&nbsp; That a spy would, caught off balance, admit to being a spy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Where are you from?" I asked.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Ukraine."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Oh!&nbsp; I see," I said.&nbsp; "I wasn't able to distinguish your Ukrainian accent from a Russian accent."</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I asked him to say a few words in Ukrainian, which he did.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">I wasn't sure if he was a spy for Ukraine, Russia or the United States.&nbsp; And frankly, I didn't want to know.&nbsp; As I learned much later, he had very high level contacts at the top of the Ukrainian government and also the Kremlin.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">But then I proceeded to blurt even further - against my better judgment.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"You're very psychic, aren't you?" I asked.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">He shook his head emphatically and said , "No!&nbsp; Not at all!&nbsp; Definitely not!"&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">"Yes, you are," I insisted.&nbsp; </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">To this day, I don't know why I believed he was psychic.&nbsp; He gave no overt appearance of being psychic and our conversation had nothing to do with anything on that level.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">He kept insisting he wasn't psychic at all.&nbsp; But I was persistent.&nbsp; Finally,&nbsp;after three times, he gave up his act.&nbsp; He&nbsp;conceded&nbsp;he was indeed psychic.&nbsp; As I learned later, he was a trained psychic and also seemed to be extremely well versed in psychology.&nbsp; Fantastic!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">For the rest of the evening, he and I stood together in a far corner of the elegant ballroom in the Luxembourg Consulate.&nbsp; One by one, we analyzed the auras - of all the people in the room.&nbsp; Auras are&nbsp;the semi-visible electromagnetic displays of color surrounding every living human being and most often seen by people with psychic sensibilities.&nbsp; We shared our observations,&nbsp;commenting and adding to the other's perceptions.&nbsp; Imagine what you can learn and understand about people in a consulate simply by looking at them!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Now that's a fun cocktail party!</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><br />Nancy du Tertrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13032556390393559969noreply@blogger.com0